Countdown To Fifty

In February I had to write the ode to our old girl Tessa.

Now we have lost our second and last “child”, Annie. She died on October 11th.

Annie was the boss of the house. It was her world and my wife and I simply lived in it. She brought us 14 years and 4 months of pure happiness.

She was playful, loving, kind, gentle, fussy, messy, hysterical, neurotic, insecure, shy, possessive, wacky, fun and fabulous.

In the period of 5 days she went from happy and mobile (albeit crotchety) to paralyzed. She died at home on the bed she slept in for her entire life – our bed.

We miss her deeply and painfully each and every day.

There are ghosts of her that still inhabit our home.

The silence of no dogs in the house is deafening.