This photo was taken the week she died. She was so happy to be coming home after an overnight at the vet. This is my favorite picture of us.
When I first got her she was so small. I didn’t know I’d only have six years with her. When I’d wake up every morning and she’d come crawling up my chest and stretch out and place her nose against mine. When I’d come back to the bus after a show exhausted and depleted, she’d wag her tail so hard she’d curve around in two and lick my face until I was revived. When she’d bark too much, when she’d chew something up, or had an accident on the floor, or when I was too busy on my computer to play with her, I didn’t know I’d only have six very short but very wonderful years with my beloved, my Annie.
When she was the only being on the planet who intuitively understood me, who could sense my emotional state, who could cheer me up with just a look, I didn’t know I’d only have six years with her.
When she got sick, when she was so weak and in pain, when she was so confused and afraid, and all she wanted was to snuggle up and be with me, I didn’t know I was about to lose her.
And now she’s gone. And I’ll never have that again. Not with her. And I regret not taking more time with her, I regret not appreciating the joy and love and companionship she gave to me.
Since her death I’ve made a promise to myself to try to enjoy things more, to appreciate the people and beings in my life that bring goodness and love into my life.
It’s been a year since she passed and I miss Annie every day. She was a special being and I was so lucky to know her and be loved by her.
Love your furbuddies. Love them with everything you have. Nothing lasts so enjoy it while you can.