Some of life’s greatest pleasures involve love and companionship. This love and companionship comes in many forms by way of people or things. My love and joy came in the form of a little dog named Misty that my dad and a family friend helped get for us when I was in 8th grade. This dog, a miniature Doberman Pinscher was no more than 6 or 7 pounds. However, being as small as she was; this small dog managed to make such a big impact on my life. This past Saturday, after 13 years of making me and my family laugh, cry, smile, and curse, Misty was called home.
She slept in my room most nights, and it’s been a tough couple of days. It’s so quiet around the house since Misty has been gone. I miss her waking me up early in the morning and her nails tapping the hardwood floor when she walks all over the house. I think I’m finally becoming at peace with everything, as today was the first morning since everything happened that I haven’t woke up in tears. I have comfort in knowing that she is in good hands.
I miss my girl. I was hoping she’d at least make it though Christmas, but, things don’t always go as planned. So, in an effort to not get depressed over the loss of my friend, I am actively choosing to be happy over the long and relatively healthy life my dog was able to live. I am grateful for the time she shared with us. I learned so much from her over the years; simple things such as living in the present moment and unconditional love….
Granted, most animals don’t have the ‘worldly’ responsibilities we do, but, still. She lived moment by moment and took things day by day. Misty couldn’t dwell on things she couldn’t change or what didn’t go right. And just because I can, doesn’t mean that I need to. Like her, I’m going to do what I can and leave the rest up to God. Now while, it may have been an innate ability within her to be so carefree, worrying is a burden we weren’t meant to carry either. Let it go and move on. Looking, back I see how big Misty’s heart was and how much she loved us. We could’ve been the shittiest of owners and yet there she would be carrying on as usual. We could yell at her, pop her on the bottom for having an ‘accident or simply not pay her any mind but she would be up in our face a few minutes later with a wet nose and warm kisses like nothing ever happened. She knew how crazy we were, but she loved and accepted us any way despite our faults. She just loved, with no conditions or expectations.
This holiday season, I’m thankful for Misty. I’m grateful that she waited until me and my mom got back home so we were there with her in her final moments (she LOVED my mom). I’m grateful for my family who rallied around each other as a result of her departure. I feel so special, given that she stuck around long enough to watch me transform from a sometimes lost little girl into a lovely young woman.
On Thanksgiving, and everyday after; hug your loved ones and let them know how much they mean to you because you just never know…
I love you girl, you were one the highlights of my life.
Rest in Paradise,