Loss comes in many forms. When you lose a cherished pet, it can be hard to deal with.
The passing of our beloved, black schnoodle, our longest living dog, saddened us. So we decided to write a letter to . . .
Dear Abby
May 25, 2021, is a day we will never forget—the day you chose to reunite
with your forever sister, Jazzi—a time we shed tears.
We were blessed to have had you in our lives, to have cared for you, talked
to you, and walked with you for over fifteen years.
Although it was your time to go, and we knew it was coming, we still were
not ready.
You went peacefully in a warm and tranquil, open garden room at the vet,
with a slight breeze blowing steady.
As I lament your loss, I think of the first time I held you in my arms
and looked into your gorgeous eyes.
I knew, at that very moment, you would become a loving member of
our family—a choice so wise.
We cherished you in a way you could not have imagined and thanked God
for the gift He brought into our lives—one that was just right.
You were beautiful, intelligent, and affectionate and blended into our home—
an absolute delight.
When we reflect on the many talents you had, we remember how you
would dissect a stuffed toy and take the squeaker out.
We thought you would go off to college some day and become a
heart surgeon, as you seemed to know what removing a “heart”
was all about.
You were a doggie Houdini, who could get through any gate, jump a
three-foot wall, or show up, when least expected, out of nowhere.
And you were Jazzi’s second in command, obeying her orders and alerting her
to bark when a golf cart or bicycle would appear.
The last three weeks before you went to heaven, you traveled in your
Cadillac stroller, as I pushed it, and your new sister, Izzy, walked
by your side.
You had a long, full life, and we are very happy we had the opportunity,
as your “Mom and Dad,” to go along for the ride.
Always in our hearts,
Mom and Dad
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