Saying Good-bye

In the end, we didn’t have six months.

How can you ever really be ready to say good-bye?

Folks keep mentioning how much we gave her, how at least she got to live the good life for a little while, how she got to know love and warmth and comfort. And its all true.

But it still sucks. It sucks so bad.

She had such a fiery spirit, and it was heartbreaking to watch the cancer wear her down so quickly. When the time came, she passed at home, in the early morning hours, surrounded by everyone who loved her…she just finally stopped fighting for probably the first time in her life, as The Dude pet her and told her how much we love her and that it was okay to let go. It’s a moment I don’t think I’ll ever forget.

She was lucky to be walking down the same street as me earlier this year, lucky to have come upon a home where dogs are “our kids” and bacon gets cooked (and shared) nearly every weekend. But we were also just as lucky to have this sweet soul in our lives, even if it wasn’t for nearly long enough.

We miss you already, Gypsy-doodle, and love you forever, with all our hearts.

5 thoughts on “Saying Good-bye

  1. kazkitty says:

    *HUGS* I’m so so sorry hunni…

  2. kateohkatie says:

    I’m so sorry. She was lucky to have you for her people, and you were lucky to have her for your dog. ::hugs::

  3. Anna says:

    So sorry – it does indeed suck.

  4. Amy says:

    I’m so sorry for your loss.

  5. Allison says:

    I’m such a bad friend for not knowing these things. Love you miss.

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