My world...

For as long back as I can remember in my adult life I wanted a Great Dane named Herman. It's what G and I used to talk about while we were dating. I never planned my kids names or any of that. I planned my life with my giant named Herman. G surprised me with that sweet pup for my 24th birthday/ 1st anniversary present. I came home late one night from class and there was this little black dude. There was no discussion, his name was Herman. He was everything to us. We took him everywhere. 

He loved to cuddle. 

He even cuddled with me during my pregnancy with Abby. When I had horrible morning sickness he was there. 

And speaking of Abby and all things related, he was there during all of my struggles of that first year. He would sit at my feet as I fed her. I would pet him with my feet to take my mind off the pain. 

His life changed dramatically after we brought home Abby but he was such a patient and gentle big brother.   The first week or so he would follow us every single diaper change or feeding. Even in the middle of the night. 

As time went on and Abby became more mobile she would try to climb on him and cuddle with him. He was so good with her even when she was poking him in the eye. 

In the end all of his nice behavior paid off. She loved him and would do anything for him especially throwing him food. 

She loved to visit him in his kennel. 

He loved everyone he met. Maybe too much for their liking and comfort. He never knew quite how big he was. 

He was suddenly taken for me Friday, September 5th after a little over 6 years with us. He was with me through 6 very important years in my life. I will always love my sweet cheese-loving, butt-licking guy.