Goodbye

This morning my dog looked into my eyes and said:

“Beloved and precious Mamma,” this is how she talks to me. “I want you to know that I will soon make my transition to another life.”

My eyes filled with tears, even though I was not surprised. I had known for a while that death would come and take her away from me.

I looked at her beautiful old face and said: “Beloved and precious Bianca,” this is the way I talk to her. “I know that you will soon transition to another life. If you prefer you can stay with us in spirit until we transition, too.”

Even though Thomas and I have had other beloved and precious pets, none has ever touched our hearts as deeply as Bianca has.

This afternoon, I told Thomas that maybe I shouldn’t take Bianca to the park. She looked so tired.

“No,” he said. “She lives for that. Take her. You will both enjoy it.”

What he didn’t say but, maybe, meant to say was: “ This is what you live for. Every second with her is precious and beloved.”