Two weeks ago we said our final goodbyes to our Abby Girl.
For 13 years she was part of the family. She helped raise the kids and taught them gentleness, caring and how to be tender to those you love. She participated in backyard games, dress-ups and tea parties, and family outings to cut the Christmas tree.
She moved with us from one house to the next and then the next. She went on camping trips and hikes. She suffered great humiliation when she was sent to Doggy Summer Camp for two weeks one summer, while the rest of us went on vacation. (We did check on her, hourly it seemed, on the webcam that the camp had set up. And we would call the clinic and watch someone run to answer the phone, just so we knew that they were showing live film and not running the same loop over and over.)
When we adopted her from the animal shelter, we were told she was about three years old and had been picked up on the side of a busy road. We often wondered what her life had been like before she became ours. And we loved her extra hard to make up for those few years we didn't have her for our own.
It's so hard to say good-bye to someone who is all goodness and kindness.
Love you forever, Abby Girl!