Last year, I wrote a blog about my dog Suzie. At the time, she was nearing the age of 10
and starting to slow down. If you never had the chance to read that post, here is the link.
Tuesday, Suzie died very suddenly. I wasn’t there to hold her or comfort her
when she collapsed. Luckily, she died at
her day care, so she was surrounded by people she knew and loved.
I am heartbroken. My
poor puppy, my little petite golden who brought so much into my life and
Cathy’s life is now gone.
I’d like to think that right now, she is playing at Rainbow
Bridge, free of her knee issues. She is
hanging out with Brady, Wendy, Alex, Dominique, and of course my first dog that
I had when I was seven, Brownie. (She
was an Irish Setter, who are of course red, but I am a bit color blind…and
quite frankly, I was a weird little kid.)
I am sure she is howling right now at Brady because he is playing keep
away with a tennis ball. And I’m sure
the cats are thinking, “Holy Cow, that dog is loud!”
The thing about pets is that they bring you lots of joy, but
you must understand that you are going to outlive them. I know that.
I can intellectualize that. But
it doesn’t make my sadness go away.
So every time I get sad, I try to imagine her telling me
“It’s ok, I’m ok, I miss you too, don’t feel guilty, and I’ll see you someday
on Rainbow Bridge, and we’ll all be together.
Don’t cry.”
“Oh, one other thing. When you get here, don’t forget to bring some cheese, ok?”
I won’t forget you Suzie…or the cheese. Promise.