Around 3 weeks ago we went to the shelter to look for a companion to our 2 year old Beagle. After looking at a few dogs Dasie rolled over next to her sister. We took her out to meet or other dog and she was just shaking. We have a 6 and 16 year old so lots of people are in our house. I said to my wife we should look at another dog. At the second Dasie look up at me gave me a lick and stopped shaking. We had found our baby sister for Sadie. She turned out to be a wonderful little girl. Instant feeling safe and part of us. She would cuddle, give you a lick ,roll over , play with the kids. Seeing her and Sadie become linked , and play was ever thing we hoped for. The day before her check up our son had them in the back yard but did not check or think the gate was open.
My wife and I were about 15 minutes away from home when we got a call of our son to come home that Dasie was dead. We had our other dog Molly for 13 years before she died of cancer . I had never felt such loss from an animal but she was our first baby my parents even cried when they got the news She was gray , deaf and had been loved for 13 years.
When I heard Daisie is dead all I could do was scream and hit things in the car. Anger , pain , fearing she was in pain and did not have her last image be of us her forever home.
My my wife and children are of course devastated but I am no functional. When I walk by the place her crate was , or see the two bowls or even see Saidie with out her pesky little sister I cry to the point I can even breathe.
What do I do with the extra bowl the big bag of food that came today? What do I do with the void Daisie has left. All I can think about is how wonderful our short time was and how all the cute pictures of both dogs, those walks , those cuddles, those belly rubs that will never be.
