This is a rough post for me. I’ve been putting it off for a a while, and haven’t been able to post anything else in the meantime, partly because I needed to do this one first, partly because for a little while, I simply couldn’t do anything.
My dog suddenly had to be put to sleep, is the simple statement. The not so simple part is trying to explain how she was like my child. She was most certainly the closest thing I’ve ever had to an actual child. The page below goes into it a little bit, written right in the thickness of the hurt. It is not pleasant.
She was put to sleep on the 28th of August, and thankfully the pain has lessened since then. But my home is still empty, and once or twice a day I’ll have a vivid flash of her last moments that stings like it had been yesterday.
But I can’t help but be thankful for having her in my life, as short as that time was. I raised her from a 6 week old ball of fuzz, climbed mountains with her, drove across country with her on my lap, went swimming in distant rivers, and spent countless hours simply offering each other completely selfless, unconditional love. She will be sorely missed by anyone in this world lucky enough to have crossed her path.
So for those who want to bask in the glory that is Savannah, here is a chronological photo show of some of the moments we’ve shared.
And there she is. Should you like to see some of the drawings of my late dog-daughter, click here. Otherwise, I hope to be getting back to the posting of more drawings very soon.