Goody Beagle here. My human celebrates the old holiday called Samhain, which other humans might call Halloween. This time of year the days grow dark and the nights grow long. When my human lights candles on this night, it is a symbol for hope, hope that the light will come again. Samhain is also the time to honor the ancestors. She puts photos of those who have passed out of this life in a special place, and she and her human friends tell stories about them.
This year she will put a photo of The Grandpa in the most special place of all. He died only 2 months ago, so this year especially he needs to know that he will always be remembered.
I remember The Grandpa. One reason I remember him is that his dog Alex now lives with us. I’m slowly getting used to Alex, and I don’t growl at him anymore because I know The Grandpa loved him.
I remember that The Grandpa took me on walks and gave me cookie treats and at dinner time he always saved one last bite of his dinner and gave it to me. When Alex can do that, maybe I will learn to love him like I loved The Grandpa.