I’m taking a deep breath as I write this. My old fur baby has died. She was suffering so badly the past few months that it was time. That doesn’t make it any easier to deal with or lessen the pain.
Miss H took it so hard –harder than I imagined, but how does a almost five year old handle death? I’m not sure if she can really process it; but she knows Sandy isn’t coming home again and we miss her something terrible. The other two really don’t get it, so not really worried about that; we do have other dogs, so I’m not sure if they’ll even notice.
I miss her terribly. I remember when we brought her home from the humane society when she was 8 weeks old. She traveled to the states and back with us. She was my baby before I had any real babies. She was my friend when I needed one more than anything else. She was a dog that everyone loved because she was so gentle and well behaved. She was a protector and she was part of our family.
We cheered gummy worms and each said a nice thing about Sandy to say good-bye. At least we know she’s not in pain anymore.