|Posted by Tea Railene on September 19, 2015 at 9:20 PM|
Today is a sad day in our little cave. My writing buddy, Goebbie, passed away yesterday. It was very sudden so we aren't sure what happened, but we are pretty sure she was poisoned by an obnoxious neighbor that she hated and would bark at when they wandered down the alley past our back fence.
I was never a dog person, but Goebbie came to us needing a home, and soon snuck into a spot in my heart as well. She loved to dance and loved to wrestle and even though her fur-sister is a rottweiler she was always the lil doggie in full command.
Grief has a strange way of processing. At first there was shock, sitting there in silence and reaching for her when she was not there. Then there were tears when family rushed over to help and comfort, and hubby got home from work with a huge supply of hugs. This morning there was anger and wanting revenge, but I can't even be positive who did it and I am not sure I want that negativity in my life. So, now this evening it is a little sadness but also a determination to just remember the good times and take care of her fur-sister, making sure she doesn't get too sad.
Just a dog? A few years ago I might have agreed. But Goebbie taught me a good lesson about their unconditional love and loyalty. She was not 'just a dog'. She was a friend.