TIRZAH (1/4/1995 - 3/20/2011)
Today I'm very sad and missing a good friend.
Our collie-husky mix girl dog had to leave us today.
She was a very old girl, but kept pretty healthy until the very end.
My husband brought her home at six weeks old from Wayside Waifs in Kansas City, Missouri. He didn't even know me yet, then.
So, technically, she was his dog.
But once she met me, she decided something else.
She decided she was my dog.
When I came home every day, she would race back and forth across the floor, so happy I was home. I'd run with her. It was a running game we played every day. Since we moved to Louisiana, she hasn't been able to do that any more.
But she always got up out of her padded doggie bed to come and greet me, every day when I came home.
She liked to eat spaghetti noodles, I would hold it up and dangle it down, and she'd bite it off. She always made me laugh when she did that. She seemed to know it was some kind of a game. A good-tasting game, too.
Something happened to her in the middle of the night last night.
Do dogs have strokes? I don't know.
We took her to the emergency vet today.
He said it was time to let her go.
I was expecting it for some time.
But it didn't make it any easier.
I can't stop weeping for her.
Bye, bye, sweet Tirzah girl.
We miss you already.