Stay – Five Minute Friday

I’m linking up with Lisa Jo Baker over at The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday again. Join in the pure joy of writing for  5 minutes flat without editing or over thinking.  Click the button below to join in the fun!

STAY

Go…

“Sit!”

“Stay!”

“No, please, stay!”

Sadly, we said goodbye to our Sweetdog this past July.  It was heartbreaking.  None of us were quite prepared (is anyone, ever, really?) for herdeparture.  And, for us to have to aid in it was even more hurtful.

I so wanted her to get better, for the medicine to work, for a  miracle of instant ability to befall her.  I so wanted for her to be able to jump up onto the couch and nuzzle in with abandon like she was a Chihuahua instead of the 72 pound Labrador that she was (we never told her that she wasn’t a lap dog – and she was quite happy believing otherwise).

What we received, instead, were pleading eyes begging for sweet relief that the medicine was not bringing.  A bladder that revolted against time and distances far too great for her pain-filled hips to take her.  We found ourselves lying down upon the floor and nuzzling in next to her with abandon, as if we were the 70 pound Labradors instead of the 100 and something pound humans that we are.

And in the end, she could not stay.  It still makes my heart hurt.  This furry friend of ours.  My first “baby”, actually.

Time marches on.  God replaces the searing pain of loss of a family pet with a dull throb.  And occasionally, even, a chuckle over a fond memory.

I wish she could have stayed.  But now, she can “Sit!” at the feet of the throne of the one who made even the animals.  And I’m just sure Jesus is playing a mighty game of Fetch with all of the furry friends we’ve each had to let go of.

On second thought, I’d rather she just be able to “Stay!” right there.

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Death By A Thousand Cuts

We had to put Sweetdog down today.

I thought I was so smart to dispose of the obvious things that would remind me of her before we left for her “appointment” at the Vet’s office: her beds around the house, the pee pads under the couch covers, her huge bag of food in the pantry, her medications.  However, as it turns out, I forgot approximately 994 more.  And with each thing that I find I’ve forgotten today, it feels like another tiny slice on my heart.  My eyes blur from the hot salty tears that slide down my cheeks, unwanted that they are.  And that very action makes me cry even harder, because my Sweetdog loved to lick away tears.  She’d be filled to bursting with all of the tears I’ve shed for her today. Slice.

Thankfully, oh so thankfully, The Gammy and The Grampa came up to watch Sweetgirl and Sweetboy for us for a few hours.  Just when I thought Sweetman and I had cried it all out, we got home from the grocery store and began unpacking groceries.  Mercifully, the grandparents still hadn’t returned with our sweetchildren, because as I unpacked the first bag, I went to stuff it into the “poop bag holder”.  And I promptly burst into hot angry tears, screaming to no one in particular that, “We don’t even need to keep the grocery bags anymore!”.  Slice.

And as I sat down to write, just now, I put my foot on an errant dog toy that we had overlooked this morning.  Slice.  And then Sweetgirl asked when Puppy Pie Pie is coming back from the doctor’s office. Slice.

I know the hurt will subside with time.  I know that full well.  I also know that she was loved well and truly.  And those thoughts, too, are slices of their very own.  For in knowing that the hurt will fade, I worry that I will have forgotten things I want to remember about her.  And in knowing how well she was loved, I remember afresh that she’s no longer here with us to get that love.  Slice, slice…

I’m posting today for me.  It’s cathartic.  I need to write these things down so that I can preserve how very important a part of our family she was.  So important, in fact, that I feel like a little part of me is dying inside today.  By a thousand little tiny cuts.