This past Thursday, my dog Angel passed away.
You never think that there will be a day where you must go on without a loved one. Be them human or animal, the hole they leave forms a painful vacuum. They are irreplaceable.
I feel selfish for still wanting Angel alive. She was very sick at the time of her death. She was born in 2008 and I brought her into this world. I delivered her two litters. When she spent time in the hospital or when she was boarded with family, we were incomplete without her.
She had the most human qualities. She could hug, and lay her head around your neck as if she knew what she was doing. She must have known the comfort it brought us to be held by her.
I miss her warmth, her almost human voice when she requested to go outside. I miss rubbing her belly and the dance she would do when I would walk through the door… It was her way of saying I miss you.
She was the one who kept the other dogs in check, she never growled. Ever. And was a very quiet dog. The best kind to have at your studio at 2am when you are painting but do not want to be alone.
She died peacefully in the arms of my son, who loved her as much as I did. We are devastated. Our lives will never be the same by virtue of having lived such a sweet dog. Her name was Angel for a reason, she was always well behaved.
I tell myself, she is sleeping. Her body was so tired she needed a nap. A very long one. We curled her up in a nice warm blanket, and laid her to rest next to a rose bush.
My heart is broken in a million pieces. I will never forget her.
She didn’t like praying mantises. That face tho.
