Yesterday I called a friend. I hadn’t spoken to them in a long while, and they’d been on my mind. As soon as they answered the phone, I did my usual funny phone greeting, that usually makes people laugh, but yesterday, my dear friend broke down immediately. I asked quickly, what was wrong.
My friend had just had to put down their 12 year old dog. He was a jolly good dog, and my friend got him about the same time we got Greta.
Oh if I could have jumped through the phone to be there to comfort my friend, I would. Instead I listened, and spoke words of kindness and tenderness. Unfortunately, I know all too well, the heartbreak of losing my trusty fur friend.
After our chat, I felt the deep sadness of my friends loss. Sammy was such a clown, and often when he heard me on the phone he would fuss and whine letting me know he heard my voice. He always had come right over to me and just been the sweetest boy. I will miss him.
Then I thought of my Greta. She is 12 and a half now. All gray and looking old. But, since I switched her food, and have her on pain medication, she is chipper like a puppy again. Well, in spurts, and then she naps.
Oh goodness, I sure hope Greta will be with us for a long while. The day she says good-bye will be a very tough day, indeed.
It’s been 8 months since Tobi’s gone, and I still can’t go there in my mind. It takes time.
Hugs for your friend.