by Diane Luffman
(Nova Scotia, Canada)
Our precious little girl
Today is the end of a 14 year loving relationship. Yogi was old, falling down stairs, losing her eyesight, but every now and then she would have the energy of a puppy. Everytime I had to clean her accidents from a failing bladder, my heart would feel heavy, knowing the end was near.
She woke up this morning, walked around her yard, checked on all her people (Mom, Dad, Tara, Catie and Jessica). She begged at the table as she always did and patiently waited for her morning treat. As Dad got the kids off to school, I was able to spend some quiet moments with her in the crisp fresh air in her favourite spot on her deck.
The sound of the car returning made my heart sink once again. Dad was home and the time had come. As we put on her collar and leash, tears could not be held back. I kissed her one last time and said goodbye.
When her Dad returned without her, we cried for what seemed like eternity, telling each other it was "best" for her. It will never be "best" for us.
Goodbye precious Mutt Face, until we meet again.