Waking up without Coffee.
In 1991, I was at a friend's Saturday afternoon BBQ party. A nieghborhood kid was going door to door with a puppy.
"My parents won't let me keep her" He said. I named her Coffee and 16 years later she had become my parent's dog and a beloved family member.
Yesterday, the family said goodbye to her.
Over the years Coffee was the gentle friend. She was never needy. She always seemed to know when you were busy or when it was a good time to go for a full back scratch. She was first at your side no matter how early you woke up or how late you went to bed. Coffee was a constant presence keeping Mom and Dad safe for 16 years. She did a good job. There are no great heroic dog stories to tell.
She mentored several pets through the years, teaching them all our family quirks. I can't recall her bark. The only sound I can remember her making was a "huurumpf" when lying down as if saying..."I love 'em, but they make me nuts."
Coffee is survived by Max. Coffee taught him well and I'm sure he is not less than 5 feet from Mom or Dad as I write this.