11.01.2010

This time last year Susan's dog was dying.
The dog wasn't popular outside of her immediate family but that didn't seem to bother her. She had an enviable confidence and never sought extraneous approval.

She carried herself with feminine grace even though she wasn't considered classically pretty and most folks referred to her as him.

She made no apologies for her few shortcomings, she had as much right as anyone to lie on the floor and fart.

When she was permanently banished from Susan's bed she didn't waste time whining, she showed her adaptability by jumping into then next available bed down the hall.

Susan really misses warming her feet under that formerly alive dog at the end of her bed.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

I feel Susan's pain, it's almost a year since my 2 old, mean, nasty, snoring, farting, lovable Doxies went down 5 days apart from eachother.
I actually miss their crazy barking!

Cupcake Murphy said...

I loathe death.

The Zadge said...

Horrific to lose your dog, but fabulous to have an angel looking out for you now.

Bee said...

It sucks.....dogs don't talk back either.........

linlah said...

5 years and I still miss his warm little face at the door, not the fleas, just his face.

Rural Rambler said...

It just stinks when they have to leave us. Dang.