Lola taught me how to handle adversity and Lucy taught me how to love unconditionally. Lola taught me to laugh and Lucy taught me to cry. She taught me that it's okay to love someone so much that when they finally die, you feel that your heart is broken.
'How is Sophie?' a neighbor asked the other day, inquiring about our endearing Yellow Lab. Sophie, with her lively personality and satanic eyes (she had Horner's syndrome), was an important member of our family for a long time. We loved her. We lost her. And now life is pretty awesome.
This afternoon, my dog will leave this world in my arms without pain, with my lipstick kiss on her mature Maltese mane. Tonight, when it is late and dark and time to sleep, I will feel her presence beside me.
It took a village to try and save The Fuzz. The village tried. But the village failed. Talking about failure, no matter how unpopular, is necessary if we're going to tell the whole story of animal welfare.
It is clear that, come the time, I will do the right thing by my Scout. My baby. I will not let her suffer. We are told that we love our animals so much, we know when that moment is upon us. And we do the right thing. But how?
What if you went through today -- one day -- living your life the way a dog sees it? Thrilled to go for a short walk, ecstatic over meeting another dog, happy as can be just to feel someone's touch, playing with the simplest toys.
I never wanted the responsibility of children, yet this min pin taught me much about being responsible and accountable, and I learned how to give and receive absolute unconditional love. Certainly, I underestimated the impact her presence would have on my life.
Bernie's cancer went into remission, and he survived to meet my daughter. Then, amazingly, he held on to his remission to meet my son 20 months later. But living that long wasn't easy on him, and it took its toll on us, too.
Murphy the Portuguese Waterdog was my Marley, my Lassie and my Toto, except for one small thing. He wasn't a very good dog. Our nuclear family adored "The Murph," but outside of our home he wasn't about to win any Mr. Congeniality contests.