Tuesday, March 15, 2011

I lost a good friend today

My neighbors’ dog, Wrinkles, died today. I cried. And cried. And cried. One of those cries when you wonder if it will ever stop. This wasn’t even my dog! Oh, how I rue that day. But I saw Wrinkles and her two sisters all the time. They knew who I was when they saw me. I felt like we were at least related.

Wrinkles was just fine only two days ago. Yesterday, she came down with Shar Pei fever, and this morning we got the news.

She was 13, well past her 10-year life expectancy, but you would never know it to meet the vibrant, playful little Shar Pei mix. She would trot jauntily down the road, always checking to see if my chocolate lab was out. If so, they would race across long expanses of road and lawn to meet, acting like it hadn’t just been an hour ago that they’d last seen each other. It was adorable. Wrinkles’ owner likened it to a Kermit and Miss Piggy love scene.

The following came in an e-mail from her owner today:

…Wrinkles was a dog for everyone. She made so many people laugh just to see her. She really was a dog for the ages. I can hardly believe she’s gone—the day before yesterday she was playing her stick game…A crazy game that only she would have made up…

Wrinkles was so loveable that her owners had her trained as a therapy dog and she would visit Hospice patients to brighten their day. Her visits meant so much to these people that one time she was even mentioned in a patient’s obituary.

I am now progressing through the various stages of grief and have managed to stop crying, but how I will miss that silly little dog.

Beware, the Ides of March.
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