Happy tails
My oldest dog, Shadow, departed this life in the evening of Thursday, March 1st, just about three months short of her 16th birthday. She had a long and happy life, but she was old and weary. This was not a decision I ever wanted to make, but I think it was the right time for her. Our vet and his staff were wonderful! Shadow is at peace now. Me, not so much. It takes nothing to reduce me to emotional rubble. I know this will pass; it always does. Patience and self-care are required. And when I have collected Shadow's ashes and brought her home, I will feel a bit more closure than I do right now. Our rector is also planning a service for all the pets in the parish who have died this year. I think this is a wonderful idea. So I am trying to focus on the happy memories: Shadow eating the table-pad right off the kitchen table (twice); Shadow pilfering all the dirty silverware out of the dishwasher, which I had left open inadvertently, and carrying it all into her crate so she