A beautiful heart.
That’s how the doctor described Sasha’s heart after seeing the CT Scan results in October. So fitting for her, my little girl. She loved everyone and everything. She befriended the weirdo neighbour around the corner, much to my chagrin. She tried to play with skunks, much to my dismay.
When the house alarm went off last Spring, I came home to find her playing with a police officer in the backyard – as stressful as it was for me, seeing the smile on both their faces as she retrieved her toy for him was a Mastercard moment – “priceless”.
She brought me out of my shell and made me less shy. She made me a better, stronger person for having known and loved her. She was my first dog as an adult, my very first little girl. She suffered through almost 14 years of allergies. She triumphed over cancer twice and her triumph gave her another 5 years of mischief and me another 5 years of memories. And just four weeks ago, on December 4th, at 3:40, that beautiful heart of hers stopped beating, and with it went a part of my own.
The scent of her – the scent of home – is gone. Henry feels it, too. He’s restless and cries for no reason. Make no mistake, the dog left behind feels a loss.
And so ends 2017, with loss and heartbreak. With sadness and goodbyes. Tonight, I’ll spend midnight as I have the last five years, with my favourite people – only this time, there will be four less paw-prints in the snow.
I walk along the city streets you used to walk along with me
And every step I take reminds me of just how we used to be
Well how can I forget you girl?
When there is always something there to remind me?
… you’ll always be a part of me…