Six Days Before The End

Lately, I've been in a funk.  Weepy, sad, lethargic and more.  Like my life has come to a halt.  Worse. Like it's regressing, going backwards, into the muck, mire, abyss.  Ever feel like that?


Can't help thinking it has something to do with Suzy's anniversary death-date.  Last year, at this time, she was withering away, being carried out in a sling to do her business 3 times a day and sleeping a lot.  Yet, she still looked beautiful.  Her reddish silky coat looked a bit thinner but none the worse for wear.  The color still radiant, the white still bright, her ears tipped symmetrically, her smile wide and honest.  For, she was a magnificent creature through-and-through.  From the day she was born 'til the day she died.

 In fact, I daresay I haven't met anyone or any animal as inately gorgeous as Suzy.  From her black button nose to the tip of her tri-colored, bushy tail, she was perfection with  personality to match,  Delightful, winsome, charming, wise.  Super intelligent and kind-hearted to the core.  Ever protective, always alert.  My closest companion, dearest darling, faithful friend.  To the end.                        And, beyond. . .