Maggie’s posting again – which reminded me how long it’s been since I have given any attention to this blog.
I haven’t been able to even look at this blog in some time. mostly, I’ve been struggling with a broken heart. On July 9, we had to put our 15 year old Boston Terrier, Chloe down. It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. I really thought I was prepared for her death. I mean, she was 15 for crying out loud! Bostons just don’t live that long. Dogs just don’t live that long. What the *F* is up with that by the way?? What the hell is the big idea? Why do our beloved pets only live a fraction of our own lives?
We took Chloe up to British Columbia the week before her death. The first few days, she was just fine. She has always loved being up at our camp, smelling new stuff, seeing new sights. Then suddenly she stopped eating, and it was really down hill from there. Dave and I spent several days just holding her as she slept, snuggling with her while she rested, letting her know how much we loved her and that we would miss her. It really was a blessing to have her last days spent in the quite of our camp – as we were able to devote our attention to her so fully. We prayed daily that she be comfortable and pain free. We were very blessed.
My house is beyond lonely now – I hear the tinkle of her collar about 6 times a day. She had a great life – I know that. But missing her is almost more than I can bear sometimes.
We are looking for a new puppy – hopefully one that will be ready in a couple of months – It’s an interesting dance – this wanting a new life to love right now, yet wanting to wait, to give Chloe the respect that her life deserved.
We miss her.
Dave hanging with ChloeMe with my girl
4 Comments
July 25, 2008 at 3:22 am
*sniff*
July 25, 2008 at 3:26 am
I understand what you are saying. So sorry about your loss. My daughter’s 16-year old cat died this morning, and it was like a member of the immediate family passing away. My daughter was 16 herself when we got the cat for her, and now is 32. She is taking it pretty hard…
When our cat had to be put to sleep years ago when she was also 16, It WAS the hardest thing I have ever had to do. No doubt about it.
It’s good to see Maggie stick her head back in once in awhile, if only briefly as she has a moment…
July 25, 2008 at 9:17 pm
Oh man. I’m so terribly sorry for her loss.
August 6, 2008 at 1:31 pm
I’m crying at my desk. But that’s okay. There’s no love like puppy love (even when the puppy is 15).