Tuesday, January 15, 2019
Today we said goodbye to our sweet border collie, Sugar. I had another post lined up, but deleted it. I had no idea how shattered her loss would leave me and the tribute I'd written beforehand just didn't pass muster anymore.
Truthfully, there are no words to really convey what she meant to us and the gaping hole her loss has left.
The procedure was about as peaceful and loving as it could be. The vet came to the house and Sugar was surrounded by the family that loved her. I thought that would be the hard part, that once they took her away, the healing could start.
Boy, was I wrong.
Every time I walk into a room, I look for her. Especially in the bathroom. I'm not sure I've gone to the bathroom alone more than a handful of times in the last five years, so it is a bit of a shock every time I enter the bathroom and see she's not in her spot.
I burst into tears when I saw the Ziploc baggie in the fridge with the tortilla pieces we used to fill with peanut butter to camouflage her medication. I can't bear to toss it out yet, but can't bear to look at it either.
The picture above used to make me laugh. Sugar didn't want to go for a walk so my son stubbornly took the empty leash around the block instead. Now, though, it speaks a thousand words I can't seem to find to honor our precious pup. Love you, Sugar.