All Things That Break Your Heart

I lost a dear friend yesterday. The silence in the house is deafening. I look around and see her toys, I cry. I wash out her food bowl and the tears flow. I sit down on "her" loveseat just hoping she'd come over and give me that look that says, "Ah, 'cuse me, you have a couch right over there. This is mine, now move it." We use to play that game.

To say that Trixie was a good companion would be so grossly understated. As I told some of my friends this morning, she taught me well. I'm an observer of life and Trixie, God love her, knew how to live one.

Every single day was a good day. Every trip in the car was pure delight. Every little treat was the best treat she had every had in her entire 13 years, and every hug or pat was reciprocated with sloppy tongue baths. You could almost hear her saying in her Gomer Pyle voice, thank ya, thank ya, thank ya!

Trixie would have loved all the attention she received yesterday evening. All the tears that were shed, and the phone calls, emails on her behalf.

I'll use my best Trixie impersonation and tell you all what Trixie would have said, had she been able to say it...

Life is a gift, how you choose to spend each day is up to you. How will you use your gift? I spent mine loving...

Good-bye, my dear, sweet friend---see you on the other side.

Georgia