Posted by Rebecca
It was six months ago today that I kissed my sweet Cassi good-bye. She was old and sick, and then took a turn for the worse, so I had her put to sleep. She didn’t suffer, and we had spent her whole life together, and it was so sad, but I was glad I was there with her up to her last breath.
It’s been a hard six months. I miss her a lot. Granted, life is easier now – I have more freedom than I have had in over a decade. But life is less full and less fun. The pink trailer felt more like a home with her in it.
Fortunately most days I think of her with a smile on my face, rather than a tear in my eye.
I am often asked when I am getting another dog. I’m not getting another dog. At least not right now. I have a busy life, and I feel it would be unfair to bring a new critter into my hectic lifestyle. There wouldn’t be enough time for training or bonding. And a new dog wouldn’t be Cassi.
I don’t talk about her loss too much because I’m much better at stifling my feelings than I am at revealing them. But I’m also better at writing my feelings than I am at speaking them. So here I write about my lovely pet and the little hole that remains in my heart as I carry on without her.
My friend and neighbor, Natasha, helped me on the day that Cassi died. She came to the vet with me, helped me get her things out of the yard and house, and spend the rest of the day watching funny movies with me. Last week I discovered Cassi’s dishes in Natasha’s yard. She said she couldn’t bear to get rid of them and wanted to use them as a planter. I was thankful that she’s more sentimental than I am, and asked if I could have them back.
I now have a new favorite thing in my yard, and a happy reminder of the world’s greatest pup, that is almost as pretty as she was.