We had to put Pinky to sleep today. We've known for a while that she was slowly losing the battle with kidney disease. A few days ago, she quit eating or drinking.
It's so hard to lose a pet. We chose to forget that this day will come when we open our hearts to a new pet. We push it to the back of our minds. But today, Troy and I faced it head on.
It's heartbreaking to walk around our house without seeing her peeking around the corner or lounging in the middle of the rug on the family room floor. She loved to stand beside the refrigerator and peek through the crack between the door hinges when I had the door open. She could hear the recliner motion from the top floor and would rush down to jump in the lap of whoever was reclining. She would often stand at the balcony above the door leading to the garage, looking down to make sure it was us coming home for the night before she would make her presence known. I don't know how long I will have to resist the urge to look up to see if she's standing there when I walk through the door.
I miss her so much.
Goodbye, Sweet Baby Girl.
