A good Dog

Today is tough, Tomorrow is going to be tougher.  This one isn't going to be my typical post.  It's one that I may cry a little bit or a lot over.  The one I'm writing it for isn't going to read it, even though she is very smart.  She came into my life at a time I needed someone to talk to, someone to hug on, someone to shed a tear with and she did that and more.  I felt I was rescuing her, but she rescued me.  She shared my bed for many years and most of my meals. She was always there for me when I got home with a kiss.  In case your wandering who I'm talking about I'm talking about a dog, but not just any dog.  My Dog.   Calamity was a rescue dog, she lived her early life in a unlicensed puppy meal.  She was filthy, dirty and not very loving when I found her.  When we loaded her up in my mom's vehicle she peed on the floor, that night she bit my other dog Flash.  For the first month she simply stared at the door, never showing any emotion.  I really think everything changed when she figured out she could make me laugh.  Overtime I couldn't read a book at night without her head poking between me and the book.  When Flash got a little too crazed she was always the one who brought him back to reality.  What I remember most was that when things got sad, when I wasn't having the greatest day.  She was always the one who would come to my side.  It was always her head I felt in my hands, her kisses on my leg.  If I was sad she whined.  When I got married and she became an outside dog she understood.  As I had kids her kisses found their way to my son.  Today she met my little 4 week old girl for the first time.  Calamity was an escape artist.  It was a battle of wills between us two and she always won, but always found her way back.  A gift she had.  Last week Calamity broke her back.  I tried to bring her home thinking she might heal.  You gotta believe in miracles.  It's clear to me now as she looses weight and isn't really eating that its time for her.  Today she let my boy hug on her, her head once again found its way into my hand as I cried for her.  Tomorrow I gotta take her to the vet, I don't want too; but it has to happen.  She has been too good a dog to let this go on.  I've got to give her a little dignity.  Calamity, if their is any way in dog heaven that you can read blogs I hope you read what I've written.  I know you already know my heart, you won it.  You were my dog for the past 7 years, what I would give for 7 more.  I won't forget you.  Most importantly there are no fences/pens in heaven.  Run as fast as your little Bassat Hound Legs will carry you.  Love you Girl.  I promise I'll keep an eye on Flash, he is going to be lost without you.