From the first moments I held our Quinley in my arms, my thoughts would occasionally go to that dark place. Her tiny body was small enough I could make coffee while holding her with one hand as her sweet puppy scent wafted up creating a new happiness I will always know in my heart.
These are happy thoughts. Why in the world would I go to that place?
You know the place I’m talking about, right? Those awful thoughts about how grief stricken I’m going to be when this incredibly loving creature is no longer with us.
It’s awful, I know. She wasn’t with us but ten minutes when the first thoughts came.
Now, almost five years later, they seem to be coming more frequently. Not because anything is wrong with her, knock-on-wood, simply because time is marching on.
The shade of time in short supply looms heavily upon my heart.
It’s unfair that such amazing creatures as dogs are made to have such short lives. My family had a German Shepherd as I was growing up. He lived for nearly 17 years. That’s a long time for a dog, but it gives me hope that maybe Quinley will be with us for just as long, if not longer.
I can’t even imagine what life will be like without her. Her companionship, silliness, and overall warm personality simply lights up my day.
She’s a stress reliever and a bit of a comedian who keeps me and Kevin constantly laughing.
She’s so cute with her favorite toys, carrying them around like they’re her babies. And the way she gets her sticks from the yard and goes to her special spot with them, the laughter is constant. But how she flops on the couch, a motion that NEEDS to be captured on video, is probably the most hilarious of all her comedy.
She is the best dog I’ve ever had, and I don’t want the inevitable day to come. My heart hurts just thinking about it.
All we can do is enjoy every moment we do have with her and hope such time lasts as long as possible.
Until next time…