I miss my dog.

Yesterday, I layed on the floor with my dog. I spent the entire day waiting to take her to the vet for her last car ride. I spoke to her gently all day and reminded her of what a great dog she was for nine and a half years. I reminded her how she helped us raise two babies. I thanked her for always being there for me when I just needed to lay down next to her, snuggle, and listen to her breathe. 

I told her that she would get back to her full speed (man, she was fast!). I told her that anytime she wanted to go to the park and have me throw the ball, all she has to do is think about me and I'll be there ready to throw over, and over, and over, and over again until she just wanted to lay down in the shade.  And then I'll lay down next to her and listen to her breathe.

Rest and play in peace, Matilda (10/15/05-05/19/15).

"It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them, and every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are." - Anonymous