Recently, a friend mentioned to me that she was a little hesitant to visit my blog because it made her cry. (hopefully, not every time) And I have decided that is okay. If what I post has reached you, has touched an emotion, evoked a memory, brightened your moment, or ruined your makeup, I have decided that is okay. Gotta be me. With that said- BB, this is your warning, get your kleenex or walk away. I was on the fence about posting this because it made me cry too. Six years ago, I cried for an entire day. From Hawaii, in the early morning, while at lunch, in the airport, and on the flight all the way home. (and now) It was one of the worst days of my entire life, and just the thought of it, makes me well up like the Mississippi River in a monsoon. My dog was dying. At home, in the emergency hospital, he was hanging on for us to get home in time to say goodbye. And after he passed, I cried more. And lived in pajamas for about four days. Completely. Broken. Hearted. As things go, I would say it took about a year for me to be over it. We got a new puppy that week, and with that, the pain lessened just a little bit everyday. I know it will come again sometime and, like last time, I know I will probably cry for a week. So, I cherish the hours and minutes we can share together now. My dog Kona has been great, and saved my broken heart.
When my friend Sharon came to me a couple of weeks ago, and mentioned her dog had cancer, it brought it all to the surface again. Her little Roxy is doing well right now. She is getting some treatment and tolerating it very well. We met in the park to make sure she had recent pictures of her family. Her entire family. Even though our dogs don’t live nearly long enough, the pictures will. And they will bring a smile to her heart when her dog no longer can.
It’s pretty obvious Roxy is very well loved. And gives love back for free. (or maybe Paul had some meat on his cheek)
Be sure to send up a prayer for this family.