I lost my best friend today. Al my life…literally…I have had a dog. There have been only two times when the loss of a dog has been devastating for me. A German shepherd named Geneve, a dog I had in college and today’s loss of Scooter…a Wheaton Terrier. At almost 13 she beat the odds on her normal lifespan but she still left too soon. That cold nose will no longer be poking out of the crack in the door when I get home, that smile that began with the wag of a tail and moved like earthquake shockwaves all along her body until her whole body was shaking from happiness will no longer be there. That “Wheaton Run” (you can see it on you tube) that made me want to brace for the collision when she bounced off my chest is gone. I know, I have lost before….parents, other friends and loved ones….time soothes the wound and leaves only the good memories…but that does not make this time any easier.
Thanks for listening…I guess this is my therapy.