This morning at 4:45 AM New Years Day 2007, Shag died. She appeared to be somewhat more sleepy yesterday yet active. She did not want to go on our usual morning walk. I thought she did not want to walk in the cold rain. Last night, New Years Eve, around 7:30 PM, she had another weakness spell, began breathing fast and continued in distress until she quit breathing this morning.
I have many fond memories of she and I together. I am sad and crying now. I will miss her. I have no philosophy regarding death, just feelings of loss. I have pictures of her but those do not replace petting her soft wheaten colored coat; she in turn looking up at me and wagging her tail; eyes wide open, and her pink tongue barely showing. I'm going to miss her. The Christmas picture of her, lying on my retirement chair, head bent back.
2 comments:
I'm so sorry, Dad. We're thinking of you, Kathy and Shag. We love you.
We're thinking about you, Rich. You and Kathy were so good to Shag.
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