Morning all.
We lost our sweet dog, Bunny last night just a little after 11PM. Towards the end she was unconscious. I don't think she suffered too much. I'm convinced that she had a massive heart attack. She was a good, smart girl who loved her dog cookies and would bark at you until she got what she wanted. When she was just a year old I taught her how to ask for treats by sitting in front of the container and giving a little bark. That was all it took. Soon we were holding
'conversations' with one another. My dad was living with me at the time and his dementia made him sleep a lot so she was my company. It didn't take her long to learn that the louder she asked the faster she got what she wanted.
So many memories are flooding me right now. I just told my husband that it just didn't seem right that God gave us such a wonderful companion animal and then gave them such a brief walk upon this earth.
I am one eight Cherokee Indian, the last generation that can claim legal tribal status, although my Great Grand Mother Alice never enrolled. The Native Americans have a legend about the dog. When the Great Spirit made the heavens and earth and all things that lived upon it, he made man last and told him from that day forward man would forever be separated from the animals. To prove that, a deep chasm opened in the ground between man and all the creatures of the earth. At the last moment before the chasm grew to deep and wide, dog jumped over it and set down beside man.
Rest in peace, Bunny.