One week ago tonight, I posted a blog post mentioning gratitude even in the midst of all the loss this year has brought. I had no idea how much would shift in a few days time.
It pains me to say that my dog got very sick, and I thought it was Lyme disease. She had it several years ago with some of the same symptoms: her back legs were weak, refused to eat, tired, and throwing up. I called the vet and was able to get an appointment for that evening.
She passed away quietly at home, less than an hour before her appointment. One moment she was here, and the next she was gone.
My family was fortunate and G has been with us for almost fourteen years. She was a sweet soul that loved taking naps and getting belly rubs or back scratches. G was a rescue dog that was afraid of loud noises, thunderstorms, and people (other than her family). If we had family over to grill for dinner, she would hide in the bathroom until everyone left.
G was my shadow around the house. When I returned home from surgery she would lay in the doorway to my room watching over me as I recuperated. She wouldn't leave my side. Her presence was soothing and calm.
I miss her so much and it hasn't even been a week yet.
It is the quiet moments that hurt the most: in the morning when I wake up and look over to her spot by my door before I remember, or when I come home and look for her by the door, or on her doggie bed.
Right now, my heart aches with sorrow. I am thankful she was in our lives, but no matter when she left it would have always been too soon and the time too short. She was my buddy, and I miss my shadow.