Thank you for the condolences on the loss of my dog. She saw me through so much; it's been hard losing her.
I got her as a birthday present when I was 14. She was so small. She slept in the bed with me, followed me everywhere I went, protected me, and comforted me. When I had my miscarriages, I came home and petted my dogs. I cuddled my cats. Pokey would sit by me, with her head on my lap. We would just sit together, and that was enough. She gave me a shoulder to cry on when so many others wouldn't.
I had always wanted her to know my children. She loved children so much. As the years of infertility wore on, I realized that she never would. She wasn't a young dog anymore, and even if we had a child they probably wouldn't even remember her. And let's face it, she was never going to play with them like she had with me as a child; she wouldn't ever tumble in the grass with them, swim with them, or roll down hills chasing them. Those days were far behind her. But she sat at our feet, watched over us, and loved us- and she would have done those things for V too. She lived a very full life, she saw a ripe old age, and she gave so much love and light to my life... she was wonderful. I'm glad she lived long enough to see him home, but I still wish we had longer. Don't we always though?