Foxie

This will be short because my head hurts from crying. My teeth even hurt. I’ve been crying for hours now… Our dog, Foxie, the dog we inherited about six months ago after her owner, my uncle, died, has cancer. We just found out today… We’ll be putting her to sleep on Wednesday afternoon and it’s just killing me. I’m so damned sad it’s embarrassing. I don’t know what it is. I know I love her very much, but it’s something more than that. Maybe it’s unresolved feelings I have over my uncle taking his life. Maybe it’s the fact that I just realized that my best friend in the world (other than Linette) is a dog. Whatever it is, it hurts. I’m just going to miss her so much, the way she and I get up and walk around the yard each morning, the way she pushes the curtain out of the way with her nose to watch us coming and going from inside, the walks we take every evening. She’s become such a part of my life over the course of these past six months that I can’t imagine living without her…

As I finished writing that paragraph, I could hear her walking up behind me and then I felt her lick my elbow. Right now, she’s curled up at my feet, looking up at me. I swear, she’s the best damned dog in the world.

Linette and I are going to fry up some bacon for her now.