Just One Of Those Days

I was running about town doing errands on Monday. Usually I see one or two people that I know, but mostly I go around incognito.
As I got to the Post Office I saw our mechanic, Pete. I told him about Hubby and he asked about the real celebrity in the family, Shubi.
You see, Shubi was well know in these parts for being the dog that survived the odds. So each month, and year she defied the odds, there were a lot of people in the village that rejoiced.
I told Pete about Shubi’s passing. He was sad, as he thought she was a sweet girl.
Then I went in and ran into another woman I know from town, from my doctor’s office. She asked about Hubby and then asked about Shubi. I recounted Shubi’s last days and thanked her for her kind words.
Then I stopped at a shop in town looking for something and a woman who sold me my table at Christmas stopped me and asked after Shubi. No kidding. I started to feel a bit overwhelmed.
When I got done speaking with her I needed to ask a question of the shops owner and she asked how all my babies were doing. She, too, is a big dog lover. I told her about Shubi and the next thing I knew I was crying. I’ve known this woman for 5 years now, so I didn’t feel too bad about crying in her presence, and fortunately the shop was nearly empty. It was just so hard to be talking about it over and over again. She was so kind and put her arms around me.
I drove home with hot, red, swollen eyes, still moist with tears, but I didn’t allow myself to dwell in the depths for too long. I patted Fritz and Greta and continued my day.
I’ll never forget her, but I know Shubi would want me to go on with life, the same way she never gave up, even during her most challenging days.