...then it wouldn't have to hurt so bad when they've gone. - Me
I wrote the following post over three years ago, and today, October 27, 2015, I find myself - once again - sitting here heartbroken, having learned from a title in my blog reader, that my friend Sue has lost her beloved Jeffie to Leptospirosis and liver failure at the too-young age of 9.
Why do reminders about the preciousness of life have to hurt so bad?
Sue, I am so, so sorry for your loss. May you once again find comfort in these words, when your heart is ready.
This morning when I opened my blog, I learned from an ominous title in my blogroll that Lucy B, my friend Sue at Talking Dogs for the Love of a Dog's beloved heart dog of 13 years, had died yesterday. And I was sad.
As the morning progressed, I found my thoughts drifting to two things: my (newly discovered) favorite quote about dogs and Molly, my late heart dog of 15 years. And I smiled a little inside.
So, Sue, although I am dreadfully bad at knowing what to say, I want you to know how sorry I am for your loss, and that one day soon, as the pain relinquishes its grip, I hope you will smile a little bit, too.
Thank you to another blog friend, Melissa, at Darby & Pumpkin Daily, for sharing this quote last week. It is magnificent.
“God...sat down for a moment when the dog was finished in order to watch it... and to know that it was good, that nothing was lacking, that it could not have been made better.”
June 13, 1997 - February 21, 2012
2006 - 2015