|Her blonde head lay in my lap and I could feel each warm breath wash across my thigh. Periodically her long, wet tongue would give my leg a lick. She couldn’t get up on the sofa or my bed anymore without help. I had to help her down so she could go out. Infrequently I had to clean up.
Until this week. We sleep on a pallet on the kitchen floor now, it’s easier cleaning up. Sharing our morning tea is more difficult too, I have to hold her so she can lap it up
“Her name is Darla and she’s a golden lab that’s been my companion for 14 years. I’m not sure what I’ll do when she’s gone.
“Yes, Darla, I’m here, sweetheart, I won’t leave you.” . . . you’ll leave me soon . . . love you . . .
I remembered 14 years ago ...
Paige, my wife of 45 years died and I walked around in a daze for months . On one trip through town I wandered into the pet store. “Hi, Steve, haven’t been around much.”
“I was at the funeral, I’m sorry, Ian, I miss Paige and her cheerful spirit.”
“She loved taking care of the animals. You’re a good friend, thanks Steve.
When I turned she was sitting, watching me and . . . what incredible eyes . . . something in those eyes . . . I couldn’t look away. I was in love with her in seconds. “How much, Steve?”
“She’s yours, Ian. For Paige, she loved sitting with Darla.”
She whimpered her goodbye while I cradled her head. With a soft shudder she stopped breathing and relaxed like no living thing can.
“Goodbye, Darla. I loved you. Find Paige and wait for me.”
. . . I’ll just sit here for a while. . . what a wonderful companion you’ve been . . . you’ve kept me alive . . . I’ll miss you my lov...