Yesterday morning at 2:10 a.m., my beloved Rottweiler, Splendid Glory, passed away. She was elderly - 11-1/2 years old is quite old for a big Rottie - and she'd just beat cancer. I knew she hadn't been feeling well for a couple of days, as she hadn't been eating as much as usual (she'd always been food-oriented). Considerate as always, she'd gone outside to relieve herself; as soon as I'd brought her back inside, she sat down abruptly in the kitchen, cocked her head to one side and gave me an odd look - and then fell over and died of a heart attack. It was very quick.
While I was sobbing over her loss, I was also thankful for the way she'd left me. A long, painful, drawn-out death is not something I wish on anyone or anything.
I thought I was handling it all right until Jim brought the mail in yesterday afternoon. I opened a small package and completely lost it. Inside was a special toy I'd ordered for Splendid - a new kind that doesn't have any stuffing. Too bad it didn't get here a couple of days earlier.
I know she's fine now. But I'm so very sad. Splendid was my constant companion for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, for the past 11-1/2 years. Even with all these darned cats around, there's a big hole in my life - and in my heart.
Enough moaning. Must sign off. I have self-pity scheduled for the rest of the day.
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