Not The Final Chapter?
We said goodbye to our beloved Goofy Girly-Girl, Violet yesterday. She was at a point where the lump in her throat was cutting off her breathing and making her choke on food, water, air (I understand that one for different reasons). She was definitely in pain and had difficulty standing up, let alone going to the park.
That was when I knew it was time – when she wasn’t even up to enjoying the park. We booked an appointment with the vet for yesterday morning and after a lot of discussion and tears, we knew it would not in her best interest or ours to delay things any longer. She was ready to go…but were we ready to let her?
She pretty much told us it was time when Hubby tried to get her to come to him and she just laid there looking blankly.
I had thought that once Violet was no longer with us I would not go to the park anymore. That was her special place and it just wouldn’t be the same without her. I wouldn’t feel right.
Well, I was very wrong. I have friends there who in four short months have become very special in my life. They are the social part of my day that I so desperately prayed for before our move. What’s more, they loved Violet and care about Hubby and me.
So, when we saw some friends there on our way out to run an errand, we went in to tell them the news. I had texted another friend the news and he was going to spread it, but we told these people in person. It was very hard for us and they were deeply sorry for our loss. Violet had a way of wiggling herself into everyone’s heart. There were even dogs who would run up and say hi to her before going off an playing.
Being there wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. But believe me, it was still hard. We took the bin of Violet’s toys and the other dogs seemed grateful. They sniffed them and picked out their favourites. This pleased us because Violet would lay on the grass and watch the others playing with her toys. I think she was happy because she didn’t have an interest in them but others did.
I went back with some treats later but it was also to talk to a different group of people who also loved our old girl. There were hugs and holding back tears and more dogs playing with toys and getting their treat “from Violet”.
All of this was good medicine. It showed me that I am not just there because of my pet. I am part of a group of people who really care. We are a village where we watch out for each other’s dog and care about what is going one in our lives. We exchange cell numbers for texting, we worry when someone hasn’t been for awhile, and we grieve anyone’s loss whether it be a person or an animal. We also rejoice when a new puppy comes in.
Speaking of that, several people are wondering if/when we will get another dog. Will it be a puppy, an older rescue? These are not only questions we can’t answer now, we don’t even want to think about them.
Today, a lady from the park buzzed us and had a beautiful bouquet of flowers from her and another dog Mom. There were several colours, but there were purple flowers and purple paper. I couldn’t take the paper off because it was Violet.
As for socializing and exercise, I have met a woman closer to my age who has 8 kids and a dog. She often brings the dog to the park with some of her kids or on her own. She lets me know she is there and I walk across the street. Now that Violet is not with us, I said I still wanted to meet and she really does too. We share faith and many of the same beliefs and standards. I thank the Lord, and Violet, for bringing this woman into my life.
So, walking the toys over to the park (or picking them up in the evening), visiting when I am up to it, seeing friends outside the park are all ways I am going to still have my socializing and exercise.
And only the Lord knows when the next dog or cat that needs a loving home will find us.