If I Had Only One Friend Left

Tell Me Thursday for WW: Lessons From Peach

I was looking for something under the bathroom sink and I knocked over her shampoo. Shampoo she’ll never need again.

I was cleaning up the patio and I found her collar. My heart ached as I rubbed a patch of her fur that was caught in the velcro.

I stare out the patio door as I type this now. Her empty doghouse haunts me.

The thing is, I never thought there would be a day that she wouldn’t be faithfully waiting nearby.

It’s been two months since I noticed something was wrong with her. David drove us to the vet as I held her in my lap, wrapped in the boys’ Finding Nemo blanket.

The ride was quiet except for the radio. I’ll never forget the song because the timing was perfect. It was an old one, but a good one. I remember singing it over and over as a child. On this day, it had new meaning.

If I had only one friend left,
I’d want it to be you.
Someone who understands me,
And knows me inside out.
And helps keep me together,
And believes without a doubt,
That I could move a mountain:
Someone to tell it to.
If I had only one friend left,
I’d want it to be you.
Dan Seals – One Friend

It was a rough day. My oldest son was 3 when we saved her from being euthanized at a shelter. I delayed the euthanization for almost 12 years. She was saved by my choice and now, ironically, I served her the fate I helped her escape.

It’s been two months since I took her face in my hands and looked into her huge brown eyes for the last time as I told her, “I love you Peach. Thank you for loving me and my children. I love you…”

She drifted to sleep as I kissed her face and bawled like a child in front of the vet. I watched helplessly as David and the vet carried her lifeless body out of the clinic and placed her in back of his truck.

I pulled the boys’ Finding Nemo blanket over her and we left to give her back to the earth and back to her creator. We prayed and thanked our father for trusting us with his sweet creature. It was a rough day, indeed.

Just the other day, I quickly walked past the patio door and saw her out of the corner of my eye. She was standing there, looking in as she often did just before laying down in front of the door to guard her family.

My heart stopped and I slowly turned to look again.

She wasn’t there.

Comments

  1. Ohhhhhhh Chele, this breaks my heart! HUGS!

    Nell

  2. Oh, Chele, I cried when I read this. I saw my boxer for months after she was gone, it was so hard.

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