That was the hardest day I've had in living memory. I had to say goodbye to my longest relationship; goodbye to my best friend; goodbye to my oldest puppy. I won't go into all the ins and outs of the last couple of years but between cancer, 2 slipped discs in her neck and back, seizures, old age, and then the diagnosis of liver failure...my baby just couldn't hold on any longer. I'm so broken. I feel lost. I've tried to write this for the last couple of days and I've struggled to find the right words. I know that there aren't any.
She saved me. Saved me from my inner demons. Saved me from myself. She kept me alive even when I didn't want to be. She had seen me through heartbreak and into new love. She was with me on the first date I had with my husband. She gave me 12 incredible years and I only hope that she knew just how much I loved and still do love her.
From the way she danced to the way she smiled. From her stinky toots to her sweet snorts and snores. From her corn chip scented toes to her crooked nub. She was my first baby. My first doggo. The best big sister to my other pupper.
I'm probably not going to be the most active over the next couple of weeks. I need time. However, if anyone has suggestions for nice memorials (whether for locks of fur, ways to display collars/jackets/etc., good plants to plant with ashes, or artists to commission to make a nice piece of my girl) please send them my way.
Hold your babies close. Give them the best life. Take pictures and make memories. And, love them as unconditionally as they love us.
