Technically, I rescued Shelly from the shelter after she was abandoned. The reality is that she helped me cope through the|
3 miscarriages that my wife and I endured and the divorce that soon followed. We both loved her so much that neither could
let her go as we shared custody of her -- usually in 2 week intervals -- for the next 6 years until she passed away.
After she died, I looked at her adoption papers. The shelter described her as a "goofball" and that she was always happy --
When she died so quickly and suddenly from cancer, she taught me the final lesson that she had to teach me: move on with your life and enjoy "the here and now" as you never know when your life is going to end. Only after these 16 months since she passed away, can I move on and adopt another beagle. My eyes are watering even as I write this. I can never replace her and will never forget her. The one thing that has made losing her bearable is the thought that I will see her again when my time comes.
February 20, 2021: Two years ago today, the Lord mercifully ended my baby girl's suffering and took her to heaven. I think of her from time to time and will even talk out loud to her and tell her how much I miss her. Losing her forced me to change for the better and grow in ways that I've wanted for years -- even in death, she is still teaching me. I most miss rubbing her belly, kissing her, and singing back and forth worth her in her high pitch hum that others would mistake for whining -- but I could always tell the difference between her whining and her happy humming sound.