Saying Goodbye Jan 10, 2020 14:19:44 GMT -5
Post by Dabeagle on Jan 10, 2020 14:19:44 GMT -5
Some goodbyes are harder than others. When we know we'll see someone again, it's not so bad. Easy, even. When we lose someone, when ti's the last goodbye, it's hard every time. In 2006 my husband, who was my boyfriend at the time, and I were going to my mother's house and picking up Chinese on the way. While we waited for the food, we walked through the small strip mall and wandered into the pet store. They had an Italian Greyhound who was shivering on a concrete floor, covered by a few sheets of newspaper. They showed him to us, and he dashed around the store, picking up treats and toys and discarding them just as quickly. He was 6 months old, and in a short time he was our baby. My husband didn't believe in spoiling dogs or children, and the dogs I came into the relationship with would attest to that. Dante changed everything. He was the undisuputed kind of the house. He traveled to Wisconsin and stopped to pee in every state along the way. He was spoiled, and he gave us so many moments of love and alughter. He'd slowed over the last few years, a chronic infection causing him to have surgery once or twice a year to lance it. His eyes were failing him, and here recently we noticed his hearing was affected as well. In November he was diagnosed cancer - a tumor near his heart. Fluid accumulated around his lungs and his breathing became labored. We got almost two more months with him, but today we had to say our final goodbye to our baby. We are bereft.