The Untamed Spirit

She came into our lives as a visitor, we borrowed her to help us catch a red squirrel that was wreaking havoc on our house. At the time, she seemed sweet but I didn’t think too much about having a dog permanently. A few months later, she was back for good she’s been my girl ever since.

We were lucky that she picked us to live with because she was a pretty independent gal who liked to roam but gave her affection freely. Her stubby two inch legs were fast and strong, she had a gentle disposition, but was a fierce hunter. She loved belly rubs and pats on the head and took pleasure in rotating beds throughout the night. She never failed to greet me as I came in the door and there was great comfort in knowing she was glad to see me. The kids and I are convinced she said “hello” when we walked in the door. She was a super dog, able to put a smile on even the grumpiest face with a simple wag of her stubby tail.

She always trusted me to take care of her and even though I didn‘t want to, I made the difficult decision to have our family dog, Macey, put to sleep. It had been a long time coming, but that didn’t make it any easier. Right up until her very last breath, she was comforting me. I can’t shake the feeling that she knew what was about to happen, and hope she’s at peace.

I watched them as they held her steady, shaved her leg and injected the medicine. She fought just a little. The entire time she was looking into my eyes. I told her that I loved her and that she was a good girl and finally thanked her for being our beloved family pet. Last night as I headed to bed, it really hit me that she’s gone. I reflexively went to the door to let her out but she wasn’t there. When I woke up this morning I felt sad at the loss. I guess letting go is part of loving your pet. They are our constant companions ready for adventure at every turn and asking so little in return for their grudgeless affection.