She was warm, loving, smart, sensitive, and beautiful. She was one/third of my household, and had places in almost every room, in this small house, dedicated to her.
She was the one who greeted me,except once on the day before her death,
every day of every year she lived here. What devotion and love.
Throughout the years, I repeatedly told her that I loved her and thanked her for the love she brought to my life.
I brushed her almost every morning during these last years, while my morning coffee was being made.
I used a soft baby brush. Her fur had little oil in it and felt as soft as a baby's fuzz.
I could see the enjoyment in her big, cloudy brown eyes, as she savored every minute of the loving touch.
Her last day was a sunny day in the 70's, with just a few puffy clouds.
Any time her nose went near her food bowl, I gave her her favorite treats.
We sunbathed in the back yard, soaking up the warm sun, and feeling the energy of the green grass.
Inside, I played Charles Brown's blues CD's and laid on the floor with her.
I pressed my body against her back to feel her warmth.
I caressed and massaged her, and savored her presence.
Around 6:45 PM, at the vet, I again lay on the floor next to her.
As she experienced the supposedly euphoric sensation of the drugs, before the fatal dose, I kissed her over and over and expressed all the love I could.
I held onto her until her heart stopped and her life was over.
I miss her in almost every area of my life.
I pressed her soft toy against my nose and smelled her. I knew, with time, those sensations and reminders will fade. So I held onto it for a while.
I've slowly put away her things, and donated her food to the shelter this afternoon.
In my life, I've learned to appreciate the life force as it is here on earth and I feel secure that I appreciated hers.
Euthanasia was the best thing to do for her. She went out on a sunny day.
The next two days were cloudy and rainy. She hated that weather.
I take comfort in the fact there'll be no more rainy days for Brandy the Greyhound.
But it doesn't stop me from missing her.
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