Two days, two prompts: Deep and Furious
You're getting a twofer today. I didn't post yesterday because, frankly, I just wasn't up to it. For the second time in four weeks, one day shy of four weeks exactly, we lost one of our beloved dogs.
The first was on September 23rd. Dallas was no spring chicken and had been showing her age a lot more lately, but that day it was too much to ignore or wish away. She was unable to stand for any length of time and we just couldn't ask her to endure her pain just to ease ours. She was a great and loyal companion and we had to do what was best for her. She deserved the comfort she had always given freely.
We were beginning to heal and her sister, Dixie, had settled into being an only dog for the first time in her life. She had stopped looking for Dallas around the house and in the yard. We really thought that, even though they were the same age, Dixie was going to be around for at least a year or two. We thought that if Dixie made it through the heartbreak of losing her constant companion, she would be okay. Then came the unexpected insult of something else we couldn't fix.
We arrived home to find that Dixie was having some sort of neurological episode, most probably a stroke. We held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, it was vertigo since she's had chronic ear issues. Unfortunately, the vet confirmed the worst. No cure. Nothing he could do.
So here we are in a house that is much too quiet, no scattered dog food, no puddle around the water dish, no bell being rung to go outside. It's amazing how those little balls of fluff came into our lives so long ago, took up so little space, yet took over our hearts. Those hearts will heal, but for now, they ache. Time will pass, but we'll miss our girls forever. I know they are having a grand time barking at all the other animals in heaven and Dallas will forever rub it in that she was first.
Deep love, deep friendship, deep loyalty, deep loss.
Nothing much scarier than a furious baby. There's just no reasoning with them!