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Delta

I am amazed at the impact a dog can have in your life.  Delta was over 13 years old.  We aren't really sure how old she was because when we adopted her in 1998, she was full grown.  Mark and I got her from the Humane Society after Hurricane Georges. They sent a truck of dogs from Mississippi to our local Humane Society.  One reason why we called her Delta.  We paid $35 for her because she weighed more than I think 30 lbs.   I thought it was funny the bigger the dog the less expensive.

We had her in our lives for 12 1/2 years.  Needless to say today is different.  She will be missed greatly.  She had bone cancer and yesterday was her last.

I learned a lot about my kids yesterday.  I waited until the girls got home from school to tell all of them at once.  All three had a different reaction.  Madison wears her heart on her sleeve and between sobs wanted to know "more information" and then in the very next breath said, "can our next dog be a Golden Retriever?".  Alex found the quickest way to her room without being seen.  Nathan wasn't too upset, didn't shed a tear.  As the girls are sobbing he was ready to take his birthday money to buy a puppy.  Later he said " well we won't have dog hair on the couch anymore." Which made Madison upset.

My neighbor is so sweet and full of motherly wisdom.  She said Delta was worth crying over because she was a noble dog.  A good dog is worth the tears.  So we are a bit sad today but Delta was worth it.  We will move on but we will never forget her.

Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole. ~ Roger Caras

Comments

Nicole said…
She was certainly worth crying over.

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