Missing a Me!!
{A tribute to a special fur kid!}
No matter what Precious was doing, she was always willing to take time out of her busy schedule to play. "Play" was her middle name. She could entertain herself with an empty water jug or play with her "niece" and "nephew" who are staying with us while their "parents" work on their undergraduate degrees or her adopted big Sis. Here she was having fun running in the snow {Winter, 2006} with her niece, Gabi.
A few days ago when I came home from work, I noticed Precious did not come to meet me. I immediately went in search of her. To my dismay, I discovered she had passed away in her sleep. She had gone into the bathroom and stretched out on the cool tile floor. She looked so peaceful, so I know she was not experiencing pain at the time of her passing. In the days since then, I have thought of all the fun times we had together and I celebrate her life.
{A tribute to a special fur kid!}
When our son was younger, we would often go on family outings. On our way home, DH {Dear Hubby ~ pictured above with our special girl} would call out "All who had a great time say 'Me!' " We would all shout out "Me!" Occasionally DS {Dear Son} would jokingly wait a moment to say "Me!" and DH would respond, "We are missing a Me!" Then we would hear that awaited "Me!" from DS. As time went on and DS went away to college, DH and I would often say "I'm missing a Me!" when we went somewhere we thought DS would have enjoyed. Recently one of our fur kids went to Rainbow Bridge. If you have ever had a special fur kid and lost them, you know of the emotions you experience when that special loved one passes on.
Precious, our Lhasa Apso, loved her family and wanted to be a part of everything. If someone closed a door in front of her, she would hit the door and spin around. When someone left the house, she went to the door to tell them "Farewell," hitting the door and spinning around after the door closed. When they returned, she was right there to say "Welcome home!" Precious was always with me when I worked around the house, made stamped greeting cards, beaded or knitted. She was my "shadow" who followed me to the garage to make sure I was safe while I put the clothes in the washer or dryer.
Precious, our Lhasa Apso, loved her family and wanted to be a part of everything. If someone closed a door in front of her, she would hit the door and spin around. When someone left the house, she went to the door to tell them "Farewell," hitting the door and spinning around after the door closed. When they returned, she was right there to say "Welcome home!" Precious was always with me when I worked around the house, made stamped greeting cards, beaded or knitted. She was my "shadow" who followed me to the garage to make sure I was safe while I put the clothes in the washer or dryer.
No matter what Precious was doing, she was always willing to take time out of her busy schedule to play. "Play" was her middle name. She could entertain herself with an empty water jug or play with her "niece" and "nephew" who are staying with us while their "parents" work on their undergraduate degrees or her adopted big Sis. Here she was having fun running in the snow {Winter, 2006} with her niece, Gabi.A few days ago when I came home from work, I noticed Precious did not come to meet me. I immediately went in search of her. To my dismay, I discovered she had passed away in her sleep. She had gone into the bathroom and stretched out on the cool tile floor. She looked so peaceful, so I know she was not experiencing pain at the time of her passing. In the days since then, I have thought of all the fun times we had together and I celebrate her life. We cherish every moment we had with her!
Precious, we are missing a Me big time!!
2 comments:
My heart goes out to you sweetie. I remember when my beloved dog "brother," Jazz passed away. Cherish your memories and your pictures.
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Oh Delores, I'm so sorry to hear that Precious isn't with you any more! It's so hard losing a family member like that. My heart goes out to you!
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