A week ago today was one of the worst days of our life. Our amazing dog, Winston, got hit by a car and didn't make it. Winston was not just a dog to us. Zack and I picked him out after we had been dating for only one month. Every weekend when I was still in school, Zack and Winston would come and visit me. When I moved to Eastern Iowa, I not only moved to be closer to Zack, but Winston also. He loved to be next to us, all the time, regardless of where we were. He was with us before all of our other animals, before we lived in our current house, before we were married, and before Grady. He was there by my side in the middle of the night when Zack was asleep and I was having contractions. He was there the night we brought Grady home from the hospital. He didn't really think anything was going on that night, he was just so excited to see us after two days. Then I took this little thing out of a carrier that was making noises, and he went crazy trying to figure out what this new thing in our house was. He was so great with Grady from the very beginning. A picture of the two of them was a weekly thing. He would lay with her on the floor and let her pull on his feet or poke him in the eye. I think the thing that I'm most sad about is that Grady will not remember him when she gets bigger and she won't be able to grow up with him. Zack and I always imagined Winston eventually sleeping with Grady someday or playing with her outside.
Each day I start to realize that I need to think about Winston being the best dog, rather than think about all of the things I miss about him. Each day gets a little bit better, but our lives will never be the same. RIP Winston W. Woods. We love you.