Today marks the passing of my Big Red Dog. Three years have passed since I lost the border collie that changed my life. He was not quite 11 years old. And while my life and heart are full (very full!) of other wonderful, comical, devoted four legged friends, there’s still a space that only Briggs can occupy, and always will.
One of Briggs’ first friends was another Big Red Dog – the original Big Red Dog. I called him Clifford, but his real name was Kona. Kona was a Chesapeake Bay Retriever who belonged to some friends I met in my very first agility class, and they remain friends today. Kona was of an age with Briggs and I know Marty and Tracy mourned his passing when he died. As today I mourn the passing of 14 year old Kona, who left us yesterday for Bigger Waters.