06/07/2024
People have commented, when looking at pictures of the palazzo, on the little dog, Puccini, that is in so many of the photos. He's there because he was constantly with his Dad — my proverbial shadow.
Sadly, Puccini has passed. It's been two months and I couldn't bring myself to announce it here. It seemed too personal and I wasn't ready to share it.
Puccini has been a constant presence in my life for nearly 18 years. Always content to be in the same room with me, at the foot of the bed, or under the covers. Always keeping and eye out for where I might be should I go somewhere. Forever looking for reassurance that he was a "Good Boy," which he always was.
I miss him terribly.
Although he didn't bark much or make much noise for that matter, the house is eerily quiet. I find myself missing the sound of his nails as he shuffled around, the clinking of his heart tag on the bowl when he drank water, and his rather noisy dreaming -- my boy was always the dreamer. Little sounds, unremarkable to most, but reassuring ones nonetheless.
There are 100 stories I could bore you with (like the drug bust that brought him to me). Little stories, non-momentous events, evening cuddles and licks that I wouldn't know how to convey the importance of. Instead, I share the portrait I did of him. He's calm, the master of the house, and the best boy. I don't know how there was so much love crammed into such a little package, but there was. He was his Daddy's boy till the end.
You will always be right here in my heart. Ciao Puccini mio.
