the saddest post i've ever written



Every little girl should have a dog.
In heaven, there is a little baby girl, our daughter named Grayson and tonight she gets her wish.
Our sweet, funny, kind, loving Emerson, our dog, our girl, tonight left this earthly plane. She had a great heart, unfortunately too big, too enlarged. We would have done everything to save her, I would have run into a burning building to rescue her. Larry would have battled great white sharks and bopped them on the nose. I would have fought anyone who tried to harm this innocent sweet soul who just wanted to love, who would lay under my desk during the day with her face draped over the top of my feet. At night she slept on my pillow and I often woke up with her eyes carefully studying my face.
She has been my best friend, my constant north star for the past 16 years. Today, she was suffering. She was gasping to breathe, she batted my hand away but still I loved her. So, I cuddled with her laying against my chest peacefully (while Larry held us) our breaths in tune with each other. The first drug came and she closed her eyes to sleep, hearing my heart beat against hers. The second drug lifted her away. I closed my eyes, kissed her head and told her “Run to Grayson, Emma, run as fast as your little legs can carry you. You will recognize each other. She has been waiting so long for you. I love you I love you I love you. It was heaven here with you. We will see you again.” Then it was over.
I look forward to seeing those fast little Westie legs running towards me someday when I leave and I will say “Emma, I will lift you up, bury my face in your neck and love you for all eternity.”