Poshie died last November. Today is the first time that I wrote
down the date of her death, and it surprised me to see 11/11/11. I
suppose some people would consider that a very memorable date - perhaps
a lucky day. I only know that it is the day that my doggie
It’s March 9, 2012. This is the first time I can write about Posh. It
has taken that long for me to be able to think about it without
completely falling apart. I was dreading the day someone would ask
about her. Someone who came to see a recent litter of puppies
said, "I think your Poshie dog is the most beautiful one". I just
nodded. I couldn't tell them them she was no longer here with us.
But, I knew, one day, I would have to accept her passing.
have laid to rest fourteen dogs in my life. I had only owned Basil for
a few months when, at 14 months old, he presented with a myriad of
symptoms and passed away after a week-long stay in isolation at the
vet’s office while they tried to figure out why he was so sick. An
autopsy confirmed he had meningitis. Danny contracted a fungal
infection (blastomycosis) at the very young age of 5 years old. When
Jaye died at eight, I felt like he was in his prime and it took a good
long while before I could say his name without getting choked up. But,
Jaye’s cancer and Basil’s and Danny’s infections gave me time to
consider their mortality, if even for a week or so before we lost them.
And, while it still hurt so badly to say good-bye, it was nothing like
dealing with Poshie’s passing.
all the years that I have shared with dogs, I have never had one die
from a traumatic event, an accident, a possibly preventable act. Young
or old, my dogs all had left me via “natural causes” until November 11,
2011 when a perfect little angel was stolen from me and I couldn’t do
anything to get her back. She was only three years old. She was a
jewel among dogs. She was precious and sweet and kind and loving. She
was beautiful, precocious, tender and light hearted. Poshie was all
that. She was a treasure. She was mine. I was hers. I was broken for
a few months while I tried to reconcile the situation, the reality that
she was gone forever.
love you, my Posh-a-lina girl.
5/18/08 – 11/11/11