This has been the worst week of my recent life. My beloved dog Leona passed away. She was not only my service dog, but my best friend!
I took for granted how much she meant to me until she left this world. She comforted me when I was depressed, and brought a center to my mania.
She was only with us for 3-years, but in that time I learned a lot from her. One thing I learned with her presence the world wasn’t so scary. Her forever licks, hugs, and nuzzling was my comfort.
She went everywhere I went, to the grocery store, therapy, psychiatrist appointments, etc. She was as much apart of my life as I was to her.
But she was more! She was so integrated into our family life. She played with my son, woke him up every morning for school, and was a daddy’s girl! She just loved my husband! She was always jumping in his lap, and always lay between us on the couch, and slept at the foot of our bed.
There was no place we were that she wouldn’t follow. Now that she has passed, I find myself lost and alone. No one to comfort me from the stresses of the world, and I have no one to comfort back.
Time, it will take to heal. I say to her, “Good journey my friend. Our time was short but the love you offered was much appreciated and I will forever carry you in my heart!”
There was no dog I had ever encountered like her. She was almost human-like. She seemed to always understand ones emotion, and was able to console, she was so loyal. I wish I could describe her better, but she was one of a kind!
I will miss her, my family will miss her. We shall be grieving her, but she will never be forgotten.