The idea of making a pact with the devil is as old as the devil himself. We have all seen the stories on the screen and read about them in books. The scenarios are all pretty much the same:
Person down on their luck or looking for something wonderful in their life.
Devil shows up and offers them love, peace, happiness, success, companionship, wealth or whatever that person thinks they need at the time.
Everything goes great until the devil comes to collect.
That is where the fun stops and the person goes through hell (literally).
Having dogs in our lives is very similar. They give us many years, although not enough years, of pure unconditional love and devotion. No matter what we look like or how much of a jerk we might be, our dogs adore us anyway. It just doesn’t get any better than that! They don’t try to change us or judge us; they just accept us for who we are flaws and all. There could not have been a more perfect creature designed.
I have always thought that dogs were one of the greatest gifts from God. If that were the case, however, it wouldn’t be so painful when we lose them would it? We have years of perfect love, and then, when the time comes to pay the devil, we go through hell and then some.
Yesterday, we lost our beloved feral dog, Miss Millie Angel. It is difficult to type through the tears. She has been part of our lives for twelve years. I thought she would be part of our lives for another 12 years at least. OK, maybe not that long, but I never thought she would be the first to leave our current pack. Not so long ago, I wrote a blog about Millie. She taught me more about dogs than all the other dogs that have graced my life put together. Here is a link to that blog if you want to know more about her.
About a month and a half ago, Millie began to throw up bile in the morning. After three days of that, we took her in to see the vet. Blood work was normal. Then her eating began to deteriorate.
After many trips to vets and a specialist, she was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of stomach cancer. When it became clear that she was in great pain and there was nothing more we could do for her, we let her go. It was the most difficult and heart wrenching decision we have ever had to make.
I buried my tear soaked face in her soft fur. She kissed my face and I said good-bye.
I have cried so much over the past week I don’t think there is any fluid left in my body.
Even though the pain from losing her is overwhelming, it won’t stop me from making another pact with You-know-who when the time comes for another four legged friend.
I would give just about anything to hear Millie bark just once more.
Hug your dogs and cherish every day with them.