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my sorrows learned how to swim
Jun. 9th, 2012 09:54 pm(sadness follows - feel free to skip)
You always know the day is coming, you just always hope it isn't today.
Yesterday, I arrived home from work to find the old dog laying in the front yard, and my spouse on the phone. Nothing unusual there.
That is, until I realize it's not his cell phone he's talking on. Until it clicks that it's not his friend in the next town over he's talking to. Until it finally connects that he is talking to the vet's office.
He hangs up the phone. "It's time." And with those two words, I know exactly what he's talking about.
Didn't make it any easier.
Tonight I planted some flowers in a container on the back porch, listened to some music, watched the sun set and the fireflies come out. Thought about her.
I miss her so much.
Dakota Ginger Rose (we called her Ginger), December 1997 - June 8, 2012. She was a little yellow Labrador Retriever out of a litter of 10 adorable little Labs born at our neighbor's house in Minot AFB ND. Ginger grew to be a 75 lb yellow force of nature. She followed us through 3 military assignments and into my spouse's retirement. She loved to catch frisbees, ride in trucks, and sleep on our bed.
Rest in peace, old girl.
(title of post stolen from U2, "Until the End of the World")
You always know the day is coming, you just always hope it isn't today.
Yesterday, I arrived home from work to find the old dog laying in the front yard, and my spouse on the phone. Nothing unusual there.
That is, until I realize it's not his cell phone he's talking on. Until it clicks that it's not his friend in the next town over he's talking to. Until it finally connects that he is talking to the vet's office.
He hangs up the phone. "It's time." And with those two words, I know exactly what he's talking about.
Didn't make it any easier.
Tonight I planted some flowers in a container on the back porch, listened to some music, watched the sun set and the fireflies come out. Thought about her.
I miss her so much.
Dakota Ginger Rose (we called her Ginger), December 1997 - June 8, 2012. She was a little yellow Labrador Retriever out of a litter of 10 adorable little Labs born at our neighbor's house in Minot AFB ND. Ginger grew to be a 75 lb yellow force of nature. She followed us through 3 military assignments and into my spouse's retirement. She loved to catch frisbees, ride in trucks, and sleep on our bed.
Rest in peace, old girl.
(title of post stolen from U2, "Until the End of the World")
