Sonny

My dog, Sonny, left this life on Thursday. It was a hard thing to do. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I would have to put him down, but I hated to do it. He was with me nearly 16 years! I don’t know if my years have something to do with my mourning, I am 91 years old, but I really miss him terribly. He stayed by my side all the time, especially when I was ill.

One day, my husband took him out for a walk. He slipped on the wet pavement and fell just behind a car that was backing out of a driveway. Sonny ran, his leash dragging behind him, to the front of the car. He was barking all the time. The driver of the car stopped and got out of the car and helped my husband out from under the car and took him and Sonny home. I guess that shows what a caring dog Sonny was. Yesterday, I got a card from the folks at the Hazel Dell Animal Hospital. the verse they sent meant a lot to me so I thought it might help those of you who have lost a dog, so, here it is:

They will not go quietly, the pets who’ve shared our lives.

In subtle ways they let us know their spirit still survives.

Old habits still can make us think we hear them at the door

Or step back when we drop a tasty morsel on the floor.

Our feet still go around the place the food dish used to be,

And, sometimes, coming home at night we miss them terribly.

And although time may bring new friends and a new food dish to fill,

That one place in our hearts belong to Sonny…..and always will.