Tuesday, March 09, 2010
She is in the middle of the page, sitting happily on her pillow.
I was there when she was born to her mother (in the foreground), and I was there with her this morning when I had to say goodbye. She had developed pancreatic problems and suffered cerebral edema, and didn't know who I was. When I picked her up from the emergency clinic this morning to take her back to her regular vet, I knew she wasn't coming back.
For those like me, who have no children, our pets become our children, and she was mine, more so than any I have had; Lauren would always note that Missy was always everyone's dog, but Silky was mine, and I loved her.
For a Lab mix, 13 years is a long time, and the vet complimented me on how well I had taken care of her.
This is the first time since my birth that there are no dogs in my family, either with my late parents, or with me. I still have my cats, who have not left me since I came home.
I will be away for a few days, and I did have some things to say about Rebuild Government and Save Shelby County, but that can wait, I need to mourn right now.