She was such an integral part of my life. My non-toxic, non-judgmental, completely loyal and loving soul mate. We ate together. Slept together. Worked together. Played together. I carried her up and down the stairs for three years when she went blind. Stopped going on vacation because it meant leaving her with family who loved her, but they weren't me. And, I was her person.
She picked me. Not the other way around. She taught me compassion. Showed me what "true love" really means. There's not a month, week, day, hour, minute, second, or nanosecond that goes by and I don't miss her. She was my heart. Without her, it's not really working in the same way.
She died on the Wolf Moon. Did you know--all true gurus die during a full moon. My girl was no different. Uranus turned direct. And a massive asteroid missed colliding with Earth by the equivalent of a hair's breadth. All of which was more than worthy of the greatness of the greatest dog that has ever graced Planet Earth.
She got me through some of the absolute worst moments of my life: Cancer. Losing the use of my leg. Learning to walk again. Losing a child. Then, losing everything else...except my mind. Thanks to her.
My dog of twenty years died and I stopped writing. Because, without her, there was simply nothing left to say.
Life is short. Especially for dogs. Dogs are some of the best people I've ever known and my girl was no exception. Although, she was exceptional. She responded to 300 words in three languages--that's more than most humans. She was brave beyond brave. A canine of rare, refined palate with a taste for Spanish cheese, curried rice, peanut butter cookies, vanilla Hagen-Daas, and pretty much whatever was in my glass.
She was my protector, My friend. My teacher. My physical therapist. My therapist-therapist. She kept all my secrets. Taught me about integrity. Honour. Boundaries. And was the first to prioritize me. A 10lb dog did all that and so much more. She could teach a few humans a lesson or three.
I hope you feel loved by someone--anyone--as much as my dog loved me. You would be lucky indeed. As lucky as "we". And that, dear readers, is as lucky as you can get.