[VIDEO] The End of the Beginning

Losing Eko felt like the end. But I’ve since realized his death was an end. An abrupt and devastating end,  but not a final one.

I’ve posted hundreds of videos here on the blog. I make them because I love sharing the joy of my dogs with you. But today’s video isn’t for you. It’s for me. A reminder to myself, both now and forever, to find the resolve to live each moment the way my puppy taught me to.

Thanks for helping me limp along as I learn to discover for myself the courage which Eko so graciously gave me each day.



76 thoughts on “[VIDEO] The End of the Beginning”

  1. Hi Will!
    I am so sorry to hear about Eko. It was much to soon. I am so sorry for your loss. My Ridgeback is now almost 8 and I want him to live forever. We lost my cat not long ago. I had him for almost 18 years. Both me and my pup were heartbroken. We now have a new kitten and a new best friend for my pup, but nothing can replace what we lost. Life goes on, but it will never be the same.
    I love your videos with Eko and Penny and how well you take care of them. It is a joy to watch. Just like I crying now for Eko, I have laughed and smile a lot watching your videos.
    Sending lots of love your way
    Malin, Sweden

  2. I had to wait to view this because I knew it was going to tear me up…and it did…….but…it was BEAUTIFUL…..Eko is smiling down on you with love and he will ALWAYS, ALWAYS be with you and all of us (((hugs))) and love from all of us

  3. I was finally able to bring myself to watch this tribute to Eko. So heartwarming and heartbreaking. Thank you for sharing Eko with us. My heart goes out to you. Cherish all those memories…

  4. This was beautiful, Will. My heart shattered for you and Emily and Penny when I read about Eko. I’ve cried with you as I’ve read each blog post since, and I completely lost it when I read this quote from Emily several posts ago: “You are my Eko.” What a lovely sentiment. Harper Lee is my second Golden Retriever. Talbot was my first. Talbot got sick one Halloween, and five weeks later I held her as she slipped away. And I cried, and cried, and cried, and cried. I was a shell of myself, and each month on the 4th (the day she died) the hole in my heart ripped just a little more. One day, many months later, I woke up on the 5th and realized I hadn’t cried the day before, but it still hurt. And then along came Harper Lee. I cried the day we brought her home. My husband said, “Why are you crying.” And I said, “Because one day I’ll have to let her go.” She’s 7-1/2 years old now, and I’m thankful for every single day I have with her. I have a friend who said of her second Golden Retriever, “I love this dog so much it scares me.” At the time Talbot was still alive and I didn’t really understand what she meant. Now Harper Lee is in my life, and I totally get it. I wonder how I’ll ever survive having to let her go . . . but I will. It will get better, Will. I promise. It’s a long road, and it hurts so very much. But it will get better, and I know that Emily and Penny will shower you with more than enough love to fill that aching hole in your heart. I’m thinking of you.


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