Thursday, December 07, 2006

A hole on our couch

When things are good, you get used to them.

Over there on the right, in the little "about me" bit, I list things that I feel identify me. I said "pet owner" because I have three cats and two greyhounds. The Me I am used to and good with has two greyhounds. Even though Toasty died earlier this year, I will often accidentially still refer to my older dog and my younger dog, because I was used to it and things were good that way.

I met a dog in the parking lot of the vet office today. He was 14 years old and had three legs, so I commented that my younger dog also has three legs.

However, my younger dog had just died, minutes earlier. She became sick over the weekend and went into renal failure quite suddenly, and when it became apparent that she couldn't recover, we had to put her down. It had nothing to do with the cancer that took her leg, which is what we had been expecting; the blood tests to tell us why haven't come in yet. I'd like to know, but knowing why won't make me used to it or make it good.

There's a hole on my couch, where Summer used to be.

I'm not used to it, and it's not good.


Summer in her yard, 11/2006

3 comments:

Christian Ready said...

I am so sorry to learn of your loss. Summer will be missed. Time and tears will heal her passing.

Love to Summer and Toasty.

The One True Tami said...

I'm so sorry to hear about Summer, Sharon.

Jeri said...

I'm so sorry, Sharon. How heartbreaking to lose a friend. Hugs to you and Andrew and the girls.