A year ago, today, my beloved was dying. Day-by-heartbreaking-day, I witnessed Suzy growing thinner and less capable of walking. I wrapped a saddle sling around her loins and lifted her in-and-out of the house, at least three times a day, to go potty, get some fresh air, relieve the stagnant breath of stale air that encircled us like a halo of death.
An excruciating time. I clung to her for dear life, praying, against all odds, that she would bounce back. From what? Old age and death? No one has, and no one ever will. Still, I prayed. And hoped. And cried. And bargained with God that I'd do anything if He'd let my darling live. I needed her so much! I couldn't bear to let her go!
Our last month together. She looked so beautiful right up until the very end. A stunning dog, a stellar friend, loyal and loving 'til the end.
And beyond. . . .
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