Saying goodbye is never easy especially when it is for forever. I know that losing a pet is part of life and many move on without so much as a tear. I, however, feel as though I have lost a good friend. Almost three weeks ago, Dan and I had to put our family dog, Emma, to sleep. She had been our girl long before the kids were born. In her 12 years of life, Emma managed to be my companion through three years of law school, late nights, long walks, short drives, four pregnancies, three births, late night feedings, and one-sided girl talks. I shed many tears while holding her and spoke many thoughts to her all the while, she never judged me. I knew logically that Emma's time was drawing near since she had cancer. But, I kept thinking it would be awhile and I never really thought about a house without her.
When I walked into the house for the first time since her passing, I felt such a loss since she wasn't greeting me at the door. I miss the strangest things. I miss her annoying ways of begging for food. I miss my kitchen companion although it was quite annoying to have her underfoot all the time. I miss our late night walks in the back yard, her noises, her smells, and most importantly, I miss my long time couch companion. She was mine and everyone knew it. I was hers and she definitely knew it. It still seems strange when I turn the corner and she isn't there. I am wise enough to know that time heals this loss. But, it is through loss that the memories flood in and the heart takes longer to heal. All of these emotions for a twelve year old Weim seem crazy. I was lucky to have Miss Emma for myself. I was told once that the pain that you feel in your soul when you lose an animal does not compare to the joy they gave you through life. I may never have another dog like Emma and that is okay. Good friends are hard to replace.
When I walked into the house for the first time since her passing, I felt such a loss since she wasn't greeting me at the door. I miss the strangest things. I miss her annoying ways of begging for food. I miss my kitchen companion although it was quite annoying to have her underfoot all the time. I miss our late night walks in the back yard, her noises, her smells, and most importantly, I miss my long time couch companion. She was mine and everyone knew it. I was hers and she definitely knew it. It still seems strange when I turn the corner and she isn't there. I am wise enough to know that time heals this loss. But, it is through loss that the memories flood in and the heart takes longer to heal. All of these emotions for a twelve year old Weim seem crazy. I was lucky to have Miss Emma for myself. I was told once that the pain that you feel in your soul when you lose an animal does not compare to the joy they gave you through life. I may never have another dog like Emma and that is okay. Good friends are hard to replace.
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