March 10, 2012.
Sheba.
She heard all of my songs first. She would sit and listen when I wanted to play her one or just when I needed to vent. She knew when I was upset and would come to snuggle. She also knew when it was time to wake up and time to go to bed. I don't know how she knew these things. Sandpaper tongue and wet nose. I was mildly allergic.
She stopped eating and using the litter-box. Kidney failure since she was 7 years old. She's 17 now; it won't change anymore. She couldn't even walk anymore. She was old; it was time. Even if I didn't want to believe it.
On the way back from the vet, my mother made a comment on how Sheba is now in heaven watching us. I looked out the window. Through my tears, I could have sworn I saw the shape of her paw in the clouds with the sun in the middle of it. I'm so stupid.
Sheba. My best friend.
I'm so sorry, Stephanie. It's really hard losing a pet. :( Our golden retriever is getting pretty old, I don't know how much longer she's going to last. . . .
ReplyDeleteThank you. It came as a shock at first, but I suppose it was all inevitable. I hope your retriever still has many years of life left in her. Remember not to take her for granted (although I'm confident you know that already).
DeleteYou're welcome. I know it's hard. We lost our last long-time dog to cancer when she was about six. But she needed to go. It's wrong to keep them in pain.
DeleteAnd don't worry, Addy gets plenty of love around our family. :)
There's too much cancer in the world. :( Yes, I am glad neither of our lost pets have to suffer anymore. It's hard not to give them love. :)
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