Last week our family lost one of our beloved fur babies. Elizabeth belonged to my sister. I wanted to spend a moment or two remembering this sweet face because my belief is, if we don't speak about our lost loved ones.. it muddies that memory of them.. and I want to remember Lizzie for who she was and keep her energy alive for as long as I am able.
She fell ill suddenly and we all did not know why.. but it turned out she was born with an enlarged heart. Her breathing became rapid one morning and her heart gave out on her. She lived to be 10.
I know she lived a full life. She never had to wonder where her next meal would come from. Lizzie never doubted that she was loved and she always had a nice soft bed to sleep in.
There wasn't a time that I can remember when she didn't beg for a belly rub. She felt safest being held in her mommy's arms and she was often considered the 'guard' dog of the home. She never missed a stranger coming into the house as she was always the first to bark and alert.
Yes, the house seems to be quieter than ever now.. The bed has a little more room in it and there is one less begging face looking up as dinner is served.
Sometimes the chaos that our pups bring is the one thing that we miss the most once they are gone. Don't ever take for granted a chewed up shoe, a begging pup or the sound of your dog's bark. Although these things may be nuisances they soon become the first thing we look for once our companion crosses over the rainbow bridge.
What used to feel like forever actually was only a blink of an eye.
Cherish those moments.. the good and bad. The mishaps and mischief our pups can often bring as well as the unconditional love they show us.