I am, quite obviously, thankful I have Brody in my life. He is a joy and a delight and he makes me laugh every day, even when I’m cleaning up a mess or saying “Down Brody, Down Brody, DOWN Brody” x 1,000,000. I adore him.
That being said, it’s hard to say unequivocally that I can’t imagine life without him- because the only reason I have Brody to love and spoil is because I lost the best dog I’ve ever known. It’s very easy to imagine life without him, where lymphoma did not weasel its way in; Emmett wedging himself under the table and sneaking 4 bites of turkey from each person at the table like he’s done every year I’ve had him.
Without Emmett’s death, I wouldn’t have Brody. Within the context of a death that was unfortunately inevitable, I’m glad Brody arrived.
I’m glad all of you arrived too, here in my little corner of the web. I am grateful that when I suffered the loss that so many of you can empathize with, I had so many willing and sympathetic ears here for me. My life is better for having known you all. You inspire me to be better every day.
Happy Thanksgiving Emmett…
And to my Treena, 1991-2006. This isn’t my first Thanksgiving without her, but I miss her more than ever now after reading your post.
Treena’s last Thanksgiving:
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Correction, here’s the right link for Treena: http://i50.tinypic.com/nevn0i.jpg
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Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Happy Thanksgiving to you guys! Big Hugs and lots of turkey and pie.
Today is my first Thanksgiving without Bailey. I love Oscar so much, but I can say exactly the same thing about his arrival as you did about Brody’s. Today I cried as we approached my mom and dad’s house, right at the point in the trip that Bailey always perked her head up because she knew exactly where we were headed. At least every trip except the last one. Many hugs to you, Dr. V. And big kisses to Brody!
as I have said before, at Christmas (I really identified with your earlier post on this, btw) it will be seven years since I lost the sweetest dog I’ve ever known, my Obie. I have my monster that I adopted when Obie was about 7, and she is wonderful company and I love her dearly, but although our hearts expand to love our new friends we still have an empty space for the ones who have gone before. I guess our comfort is that it gets less acute as the years go by. And what a wonderful gift it is that we DO have the capacity to love our new friends and to let them love us in return. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, Dr. V!
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Amen!