Domino.... What'cha Know, What'cha Know Domino?

I met Domino at the dog pound the same day my precious Cinnamon died, whom I found at the pound 13 years earlier. I went to the pound looking for a dog, any dog, that had Cinnamon's eyes.

And there she was. She stared at me with those Cinnamon-like eyes. I took her home. She was estimated to be 1 year old at that time.

I had to make the impossible choice today to rid her of her pain or try to keep her with me. As she looked at me, with her beautiful eyes, struggling to breathe, I made the heart-rending decision to let her go. Oh how I cried, how I asked her and God's forgiveness for letting her go.

Was I right?? Was I wrong?? I will never know for sure. But I am sure she is not hurting anymore.

I sat with her all night, every second, willing her to feel better, feel no pain. To no avail.

Tom, my husband, buried her right next to Cinnamon on our property. People say she won the dog lottery. We have 15 acres and she covered all of them. Many, many times.

We only got to have her for 8 short years. Not nearly long enough. But the 8 years we had her will forever be a part of my daily life.

I don't want to think about waking up tomorrow and not being able to say, "Ready to go outside, Domino?" And then she would dance around and shoot out the door like a bullet. I know that there are a million plus special dogs out there. But I promise you, she was at the very top of that list.

I love you, precious girl. Play with Rowdy and be happy. I will see you both again someday.... I promise. Wait for me... :)