I sit here, tears pouring down my face as I write because my dear, sweet dog friend, Spirit, is passing on right now, 10:00 this morning...I have no idea if this will read well and you know what? I don't care. I am too heart-broken to care. If you are reading and you know the love of an animal friend, then you know what I'm feeling right now. God, I feel like my heart is broken. Spirit was this amazing, aptly-named being, so full of love, so happy, playful and open. She, who would have given her life to protect me, was so often my best friend, and when I needed to be loved and accepted without any reservations, any judgement, any condition, there she was.
We who love animals this way know the heartache of having to say goodbye far earlier than we would choose, if we could. We would all have them live as long as we do, keeping us company, loved and being loved in return, if we could. It's so hard to say goodbye to a love like this. A loyal, loving friend who is always there for you, no matter what. One who adores you, trusts you, gives to you the comfort you need.
Spirit became a part of my life when I met my dear friend and then-partner, Sammi. We lived together for years, and after I moved out, I'd still visit many times a week for another couple of years. She was always so ecstatic when I arrived, leaping, circling, barking, and giving me my very own, special happy sound that she made just for me when I came in. My heart would be immediately filled with a joy unlike any other! She and I loved each other so, so much. Sammi named her and that name was no accident, for Spirit was that: spirit, in the truest sense of the word. She and Sammi were soulmates, I know it. That she loved me, too, and made me hers was a gift.
I swear I can feel her right this minute, leaning into me, curling her body around as Boxers are known to do, wiggling her butt and wriggling into my embrace, licking my face, and just loving me so exuberantly.
Damn, this is hard. I will never forget her.
We who love animals this way know the heartache of having to say goodbye far earlier than we would choose, if we could. We would all have them live as long as we do, keeping us company, loved and being loved in return, if we could. It's so hard to say goodbye to a love like this. A loyal, loving friend who is always there for you, no matter what. One who adores you, trusts you, gives to you the comfort you need.
Spirit became a part of my life when I met my dear friend and then-partner, Sammi. We lived together for years, and after I moved out, I'd still visit many times a week for another couple of years. She was always so ecstatic when I arrived, leaping, circling, barking, and giving me my very own, special happy sound that she made just for me when I came in. My heart would be immediately filled with a joy unlike any other! She and I loved each other so, so much. Sammi named her and that name was no accident, for Spirit was that: spirit, in the truest sense of the word. She and Sammi were soulmates, I know it. That she loved me, too, and made me hers was a gift.
I swear I can feel her right this minute, leaning into me, curling her body around as Boxers are known to do, wiggling her butt and wriggling into my embrace, licking my face, and just loving me so exuberantly.
Damn, this is hard. I will never forget her.
