We had to have our dog, Curly, put to sleep this past Wednesday. We had had her for 16 or 17 years and we had grown quite fond of her. Even though it was my daughter who asked to bring her home she was really my dog. Curly was a real timid dog and when someone would come into the house she would run and jump on my lap on couch. In fact, she spent a lot of time laying beside me on the couch. In the summer when I would take her outside she would wander around the yard while I liked to just look at the stars. We both enjoyed those evenings. But she could also be very frustrating. I think, the last five years the only time I got a full nights sleep was when I would be away from home. She liked to wake me up 2 hours after I went to bed, no matter what time it was, to go outside and many evenings she would decide she wanted to stay up until 4 or 5 in the morning. After I came home from the vet on Wednesday I posted a picture of Curly on Facebook, as a tribute to here. I checked FB on Thursday, the post was buried so deep in the other posts that I knew no one would ever see it again. Somehow that didn't seem fair to me, I mean Curly brought us such joy and companionship and, as animals do, unconditional love (well, as long as I would get up and take her out and feed her also) that I thought she deserved more than that. I know, she was just a dog but she was our dog. She brought us a lot of joy. Thank you Lord.
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