Life Happens
Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009Holy Cow. It’s been 117 days since I last posted. Shameful!
It’s not that I haven’t had a million topics to write about … reunited with my amazing kindergarten teacher, great book on Ben Franklin, walking 40 miles for breast cancer, the inspiration of three women in their 70s … or the death of my best friend. It’s this last topic that rendered me unable to feel creative (and brave) enough to write anything.
My life changed in an instant. Saturday he was catching a Frisbee with the fervor he’s had since puppyhood. By Monday morning he was on his way to doggie heaven. Damn. It’s every dog owners’ worst fear and now I know it’s a moment for which you can never prepare.
So there you sit clutching his collar with your eyes nearly swollen shut from crying and you think you’ll never recover. But along come a group of friends who blow you away with their love and support. It was like being swept into a game of Candyland where everything is simple and loving and sweet. They shared memories of their life with Cutter, they suggested ways to cope – brilliant ideas only those who have lost their best friend could offer, they called crying to share their own sadness, they sent flowers, they wrote poems, they posted photos, they hugged me and they kept me busy. Thanks to them, I have recovered.
Cutter was an amazing animal. Or, maybe he was something else entirely. My Mom says he was a human in a dog’s body. And I believe he was an angel put on earth in the form of a dog. Whatever his true form, I only know one thing for sure and that is that I am lucky to have had him in my life.
Cutter brought me intense joy and he escorted me, with unconditional love, through some of the most challenging times of my life. So I guess he decided it was time for this little fledgling to fly (and blog) on her own. I hope he is right.