Love & Loss
Last Friday we took our beautiful German Shepherd, Sarge, in for surgery. He had a baseball sized tumor on his spleen. The surgery went well, but he was 10, and within an hour of bringing him home, he passed away. It was quick. By the time we figured out that he was in trouble, he was gone. I'm so glad he knew that we came back, that we tried, that he was home, and that he was loved. He never complained, he just loved. He was such a good guy, our Shep. I am going to miss him so much. He passed away on the 8th anniversary of my Mom's death. In a way, that is a comfort to me. It's one of those dates that you hold close to your heart, but don't really allow yourself to visit mentally - too much. I'm the type of person that just can't allow myself to think or dwell on sadness too long, or I'll fall into a place that's much harder to get out of. However, watching that beloved dog leave this earth was a little ...