Remembering my best friend
This is going to be a struggle. I'm not much of a writer and writing about losing my best friend in the whole world will make it even more difficult.
Our dog, Roxy, had been experiencing some health issues for the past month or so. Last week, we took her to the Vet and he found that she was suffering from anemia and an enlarged liver. The prognosis wasn't good but we were hopeful that the medicine would bring her back around and we would be able to have her in our lives for another couple of years. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Yesterday, around noon or so, she took her last breath and passed away. And what makes this even worse is that we weren't with her when she passed away. She left us all alone. I am blaming myself and the guilt is killing me.
It's been more than 24 hours since her passing and I can't stop crying. Everything that I look at in our house or out in our back yard where she loved to spend time, makes me cry. And not just a little bit. I'm crying a lot. I rode the bike to the supermarket earlier this morning and I cried during the whole 3 mile trip.
She loved to go for walks, running with me, and would come upstairs to my office to get me so I would go back downstairs to play with her. She was (is) absolutely the best friend I have ever had. I got to spend almost 9 years with her but those 9 years aren't even close to being enough. Tell your furry family members that you love them. Tell them all the time. Because they aren't here with us nearly as long as we all wish they could be.
So, here's to my best friend ever and I hope I get to see you again someday. I love you more than anything in the world and miss you dearly.