Family | Posted by Jannie on 28 October 2008 @ 2:07 PM
It was sure hard keeping up the funstering mood after I read a two-line excerpt on someone’s blog about someone else taking their old dog for one last walk in the woods the morning he was to be put to sleep and I start crying to myself and the computer and the sunlight blasting through the window, remembering the day I had to put Chance down and missing him all over again like I lost him just yesterday, not 4 years ago.
And sometimes I already miss the dog we have who is 11, Peach. But Shih-tzus live pretty long, so she should be with us for more years yet, right? Still, I know the day is coming.
And it’s all so unfair. And it’s all so sad.
But a lot of it is beautiful. And a lot of it is sweet. And the best is supposed to come yet.
So I hung on until I stop crying.
And got a bit of a grip. And went and hugged Peach real close for a while. And came back and wrote this.
But it’s all a blip really. Just a freaking blip. And my blip is probably close to being half way over now.
So I better darn well get on with some funstering!
[The first photo above is of Peach, our shih-tzu, who just turned 11, taken about 4 years ago, Kelly was 3 in that one, I think, after one of her self-cut episodes.) Second photo of Carly, Peach and Kelly a few years ago too.]
[I didn't start taking digital photos until after our dog, Chance (Peach's dad,) had passsed on and I don't have a scanner yet to show you him, but believe me he was one cute little Westie - Lhasa - Poodle kind of white fluffy sweetheart of a guy.]