We had to put our beloved dog down this morning. She was 14 and had lived a really spoiled lovely life; though her age didn’t make it any easier to say good-bye to her today. We knew the time was approaching but we were caught off guard by this morning’s events.
I have to say that the hardest part is not the actual good-bye, or watching our precious dog pass…the hardest part was coming back home. The evidence of her is everywhere, as it should be. She was family.
Over the next few days we will slowly find places to donate her left over food and treats, the dog bed she rarely used as our bed was her preferred location for sleep, and her remaining dog medications.
We will slowly vacuum up her dog hair and in a matter of time it will be as if she were never here, except of course, for the 60lb hole that has been left in our hearts.
You couldn’t ask for a better pet. I remember when our infant daughter got sick with her first ear infection. I was a stressed out new mother who was, as expected, ignoring the family pet for the new baby…only to find our dog lying by our daughter’s crib, holding vigil until our daughter was better.
I have years of memories like this, just as you would any member of the family.
As we opened the door to our home today, our hearts sank as she wasn’t there to greet us. Her muddy paw print still remaining on the back porch led me to be the mess that I am right now, putting my grief in this post hoping the outlet will relieve some of my broken heart.
This was the third time in ten years that we have had to say good-bye to an elderly pet; our home at one time holding three happy puppies. For the first time in almost 20 years we do not have a dog in our home. It will be a long time before there is another as I can’t imagine doing this again.
There is no point to be made here, no direction or learning to come from this post. I just needed to take a minute and pay homage to her. We love you and will miss you always…