On August 29th, 2012, at 8:30 am, my beloved dog passed away in my arms.
It was so sudden I didn’t want to believe it.
Still don’t.
I can’t remember when I’ve cried this much.
Continuously.
I love her. Always will. She is in my heart. But I still yearn for here by my side.
I have not known pain like this before.
I have a small family. Those who have passed away around me I was never close to.
Haven’t lost my mom or my dad yet.
She was my heart. My first baby. She was the one everyone wanted to take home.
I remember picking her out. She ran from me, chasing after her sisters and her brother, and I grabbed her.
And didn’t let go.
Until that day.
But I haven’t let go. Still clinging to her as if she were here.
But now it’s to her brother. Who has just as much (if not more) of a broken heart as I do.
I told him I’d cry for him. But I know he’s crying on the inside; I’m only crying on the out.
I tear up every time I think of her. I try not to but it’s hard. So much reminds me of her.
We took pictures the day before we took her to the vet. We clung to the vet’s positive words (which weren’t many) but we hoped and we prayed and we prayed some more.
And I, at least, begged.
That morning I knew she wasn’t getting better.
I prayed over her to get better for ME. Not for her. But for ME.
Selfish, isn’t it?
She kept following me (like she always did) and I told her not to. To rest and get better.
But God granted me the privilege of holding her as she left this world. Of crying, “Please, God, no. Don’t take her.” Of showering her with my tears as her heart took its final beat.
But it was time. I just didn’t want to admit it.
I love her. Always will.
And I just wanted to share some pictures of her.
I wish I could share more.
Pictures of her and my kids. Pictures of her and me. On the day before she died.
But those are sacred. Just between her and me and my family.
These are pictures of just her.
I love her. Always will.
