As Kasha grew older, he was the dog that never lost his youth ~ still cute like a puppy and happy to play and go on walks. Age took his toll on him with the poodle curse of rotting teeth and achy bones but he seemed happy most of the time. The loss of his bladder control was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back and it was really a quick downward spiral with peeing all over the house, on people, in his bed and even slipping down the stairs.
|Me & Kasha ~ our last day together|
It was so hard to say good bye to Kasha today. I will miss him. It felt even more difficult because he was a present from my sister and having him part of my life kind of felt like she was still part of my life somehow. I will always miss her.
Goodbyes are sadly a part of life. During our lifetime we will say many goodbyes. We say goodbye to friends whose lives tragically end too soon. We say goodbye to partners and life mates. We say goodbye to sisters. We say goodbye to pets.
The "good" in a goodbye can be found in the reason why they are so hard ~ it is because that person or that pet was so special and such an important part of our lives that we will miss them dearly. And when we miss them, we send love and light their way and wherever they are, they know that they mattered, they were important and they made a difference in somebody's life.
" How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."
Carol Sobieski and Thomas Meehan