This is a hard post to write. Some of you who have been following the blog might know, my dog Lizzie has been sick for quite some time. It’s been a roller coaster, with chronic sinusitis, then expensive tests, then dire predictions, then a little hope that she’ll at least be comfortable, with good days and bad days. I could deal with a snuffly dog, as long as she wasn’t suffering.
Last week, it was clear she was getting worse, and her good days had dwindled to good hours, to good minutes. It was so hard, but I wanted to say goodbye to her before she was in horrible pain all the time. It’s something that, as her person, I could give to her, since we couldn’t make her better.
Lizzie was only four. In a few weeks, I’d have had her four years exactly. From puppyhood, she was with me all the time, curled up in my lap when I worked, traveling with me to booksignings, coffee shops, Christmastime with the family. She was a very special dog, and we had the sort of person/dog bond that people write about in books. (In fact, I did. Lizzie is the basis for Gigi in The Splendor Falls.)
I’m a mess, but I know those of you with pets (and even without them) understand why I haven’t been blogging much. I’ll be getting back into a routine, though, and the bright side is that my Lizziebelle is at peace with my Dad and my pet family that has gone before her. They’re probably swapping stories about what a nut I am to live with, but at least I’ve always loved my pack.
Here are some pictures of Lizzie. I hope you don’t mind my sharing them.
Her favorite toy.
On the road. (She has beautiful feathers by now.)
See? (This was my spot at the cabin we rented.)
Lizzie and me.
Thanks for letting me share. Back to normal life soon.