By writing this post, I am acknowledging that I have lost a friend. A young dog who only a short time ago seemed so healthy, is gone.
I don’t want to dwell on the negatives, instead, I am trying to remember the good times we had walking, visiting, and watching her play with Sirius Black.
And I think that is the right approach. Loss is something we live with in life, especially when we share our lives with pets, who are typically shorter-lived than we are. Of course, the sense of tragedy is increased when one dies so young.
But there is nothing to regret in a well-lived life. And there is nothing to be sorry for when we know we have done everything we can for the animals in our lives.
So, I propose a toast for my late friend, “It was a privilege to know you. I will always remember the good times.”