my bestest friend katy lost her dog niki (princess snickerdoodle the 14th actually) this week. she was 18 years old. can you imagine? having a companion for 18 years? i've been feeling just heartsick for her all week. niki was one of the sweetest, most well-traveled (she has been to more places than I have!), lovable dogs i'd ever known.
i remember when my family lost our dog, gremlin, when he was 11. lindsey and i found him at home after school one day when we were teenagers. i remember we couldn't tell my mom about it because she was driving across the causeway on the way home and we didn't want her to wreck the car. lin had the debut of a school play, "Godspell," that night and we were determined not to let her down, so we all (including lindsey who nursed that dog day and night before he finally died) put on our brave faces and went. we cried the entire play and people kept approaching us saying, wasn't it so sad? (talking about the play.) i'll never forget. even now, i often drift into chidhood memories when i see his picture on my mom's refridgerator.
dogs are such incredible creatures. their loyalty. their love. i've only had ick for 3 years this october but i can't even begin to imagine him not being there. he's honestly the love of my life! james is convinced i love the dog more than him. (no comment!)
anyway, katy, i'm thinking of you and i'm here for you. niki will be sorely missed by anyone that was lucky enough to meet her!
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wow- 18 years! I think Ginger was 16...and Keighley was 12...what a great life they lived!
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