13 years ago today ... in those fuzzy moments between slumber and awareness ... I wished myself a "Happy Birthday" -- and resolved to find Caraleigh.
You see, I'd longed for a little companion for years. That is, of course, when my life became perfectly aligned. (right....)
I'd always known the little stranger would be a "Caraleigh."
... that she'd possess a sweet disposition, sleep in her own little bed and obey my every command.
Well, 1 out of 3 isn't so bad. I still smile remembering the early days when my boss asked, "So, which one of you is the 'alpha'?" (Umm, it ain't me, babe.)
Shortly thereafter, DH and I met, moved across the country and were married ... and I slowly learned to trust another to love and help care for my most precious possession.
As is expected in canine years, my girl began to slow. She had to be lifted beside me ... on the computer, while reading or simply cat-napping.
A trip to the vet confirmed a heart murmur and meds were given. No real cause for alarm, so they said.
But early Tuesday morning, I spied Cara gazing this way and that ... seemingly at nothing. "Are you looking at angels, baby?" Had I known of the anguished telephone call I'd be receiving in a few hours, I'd never have left for work.
Friends, I'm so sorry for this self-serving pity-party. Perhaps, in time I'll take it down. Right now, however, I can't recall a time when my heart's been so shattered, and I feel a Need to write.
These last few days, I woke-up ... surprised and a bit disappointed that I did.
Yet, I realize it's me who needs to heed the reminder I'd speak to Caraleigh every morning we were together: "We give thanks to Mr. God for this new day, little girl ... let's rejoice and be glad in it."
|June 20, 2000 - March 12, 2013|