I’ve been having some bad days recently. An adventure that I loved dearly came to an end.
Yesterday afternoon my dog, Sidney, passed away. She was old, so it wasn’t a total shock, but it still affected me a lot. Sidney was a German Shepherd mix. The father is thought to have been a retriever of some kind, or a coyote. She looked part coyote. When she was little, her ears would stick straight up. She was black and beige and the most gentle dog you could ever meet. This sounds harsh, but usually I think people who make a big deal over an animal dying are too sensitive. Especially if the animal wasn’t very old. But having experienced it, I see it a little differently now. I remember getting Sidney when I was in first grade. I was so excited and she was so little and soft I just loved her so much. She grew up to be gentle and protective and the best dog my family has ever had.
I’ve realized that death is never a timely thing. Even though she was 15 years old and had slowed down a lot, I wasn’t ready for her to go. I don’t think I would have ever been ready for her to go. Yesterday was a hard day for me. Today I noticed her absence when I walked through my backyard. It’s going to take some time to get used to. And it’s made me think about a lot of things. Life is precious, and I strive to always treat it that way.