Some of you already know that Christian and I lost our Sephie this weekend. The three of us were a family for seven of Sephie's 12 years (we think that's how old she was). Words can't describe what we're feeling, but we console ourselves with stories about her stubborn nature..."she wasn't about to play second fiddle to no baby." We respected the hell out of this dog because she lived life her way. And if that wasn't possible (let's face it, she was 4 pounds, how much control did she really have?), she copped an attitude.
Here's Miss Thang copping one a couple weeks ago - the most recent photo we have of her:
Here's to you, PotRoast, SpeedBump, MeowMix, SlowMo. We love you fiercely.
My heart goes out to you as someone who understands the pain of losing a pet. My mother came to visit me in Savannah for the first time in the two years I've lived her. Her beloved Peanut passed away the morning she was driving back home. There is consolation is knowing how wonderful Sephie's and Peanut's lives were for having experienced such love.
You are in my thoughts...
Just now checking in on you two...so sorry to hear about Sephie. Know she was your first child! thoughts go out to you both! Miss you!!! ~lm
It's just not fair, is it? They climb into your heart, get you all tangled up inside...and when they leave, there's this great big gaping hole that won't fill up, no matter how much you cry.
When you get here, I've got an extra hug for you both. It sucks losing pets, dammit!
Anne.
