A Dog's Life

WARNING: This is a tear jerker!

Read this:
http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/090122


Now I offer up my thoughts:

I read this article and sobbed like the giant emotional baby that I am. Having grown up with dogs all of my life, I have experienced this several times when our dogs got old and then some dogs that didn't live as long as they should have and all left us for the better place, the moon (I like that explanation). It's like losing a part of your soul and it hurts (badly) and another dog can help but never replace the one you just lost.

I dread this day when my baby girl, Sophie, who's currently six and has been my constant, my unconditional love and my (silent) support thru some tough times, has to leave me. I know it's a part of life but she's like my shadow, my sidekick and I laughingly say she's got more miles on her than my car because she pretty much travels with me everywhere (those of you that we've come to visit can attest).

She likes to be with me just as much as I with her. I've had some close calls with her that have made me question how much longer I have left with her, but then I realized I can't do that to myself. So we live and love each day and don't worry about anything else.

The day that dreadful day comes though, I don't know what I'm going to do. One thing I do know is that I'll be an absolute dreadful, teary mess. I know a part of me will die with her (I know she's a dog but she's been my one and only child for the past 6 years). If I make it past that day, I'll be surprised.

It'd be best to have my # on speed dial that day to check on me. Oh, I can't even type this without tearing up but I smile knowing when I gp home, my girl will be waiting, her gums/lips stuck to her teeth smiling, "talking" about her day and showering me with her affection.

Life is good! Dog's are grand!

Dog = GOD spelled backwards