A couple of days ago, I had to say goodbye to my best friend, and my “baby brother.” My dog Riley was really sick, so we had to put him to sleep. Ugh! I can’t even write about it without crying!
I remember everytime I came home sick from school, my mom or dad would stick him in my room and he would always know when I wasn’t feeling well, and he would come and lay with me. We had him for 13 years, and always made me feel better when I was sick or sad. I hated to see him sick, but I didn’t want to say goodbye to him. I started crying when I hugged him for the last time, and he was tired out, but he gave me a kiss, and it was just like he was telling me it was okay.
I prayed that same night and thanked God so much for blessing my family with the best dog ever. He had his own personality and was just the best ever. I know he is happy and healthy and running around doing fine and that he is gonna be with me always now, but still…Its just a comfort to me to think that when I am sleeping, my little “Bee” will be sleeping next to me.
So, this post is for him. He helped make my struggle easier, and I will love him always.
Isn’t it amazing how the best “therapy dog” is the one who does that kind of thing without seeming to think about it? That’s got to be a huge hole in your heart, Jess, but I’ll tell you what … from this side of your writings it has always appeared to me you have a huge heart, and will pull through this major loss in your life just fine. The dichotomy apparent in this post is so interesting: The little girl who’s lost her puppy who just needs huge hugs to help her along … and the very mature young lady who can put those emotions into all the right words. Thanks for opening that huge heart to us.