The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your new friend.
You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed or may have chosen to adopt a senior dog simply because something in her eyes reached your heart.
But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch her explore and claim her special place in your heart, it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the years to come.
The second day will occur when your friend is between 8 to 10 years of age. It will be a day like any other, routine and unexceptional, but for a surprising instant, you will look at your friend and see age.
You will see slow deliberate steps, where you once saw energy.
You will see sleep where you once saw activity.
So you will begin to adjust your friends diet and you may add a pill or two to her food.
And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself which bodes of a coming emptiness.
And you will feel this uneasy feeling on and off until the third day finally arrives.
And on this day if your friend and God have not decided for you then you will be faced with making a decision of your own on behalf of your friend and with guidance of your own deepest spirit.
But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you, you will feel as alone as a single star in the dark night sky.
Last night was our third day, no matter what her means to leave this earth, we know it was Dobie’s destiny to go back, all angles must return home eventually.
Dobie was our senior rescue dog, our time with her was entirely too short, but we cherished each and every day we were given with her. Just having the privilege to have her in our life is something we will be grateful for the rest of our days.
Thank you to anyone who has ever touched Dobie’s life. We will miss her.
Deborah and Peter Dixon
(and the many Dixon critters left behind)