Irony

 The irony in the title of my last post is not lost on me.

We lost my Juliette. The emotional support dog with severe anxiety. That too is ironic.

She was pure love. Even as she was passing she kissed us. 

She loved hard and we loved her hard too.

She also loved food, seriously, I’ve never seen anything as happy as her when she knew it was time to eat. We made her food. Turkey, tuna, brown rice, sweet potato, peas and carrots and large pieces of broccoli. She loved broccoli!

She loved snacks and fruit. She loved the bunnies on our island. She loved the spot on her back, down by her tail, to be scratched. She lived to hear her own name and all the variations… Ju, ju-ju bear, juber goober, jules, Julie and of course Juliette Mama’s girl. She loved to be asked “Who’s the bestest girl? Huh, who is she?” She’d get excited and make you pet her. She loved clean bedding. If her bedding was gone she’d wait knowing that fresh bedding was coming and we’d put it in the dryer first because the reality was that she owned us and we happily obliged her every whim. She loved to get an Amazon box in the mail and she’d pull out her new toy, joyously tearing it to shreds as fast as she could. 

She’d gone blind so I taught her how to get around the house by using clicking sounds. She loved to hear a clicking in another room and off she’d go to give someone cuddles and loves. I bought a new rug a couple of months ago and she immediately claimed it as a bed as was her kennel that we made feel safe and dark, the couch, the WHOLE couch, her actual bed, our bed and Joshua’s bed. Upon which there must be clean and warm bedding. 

She loved and she loved even as she was struggling with cancer. We didn’t know. Last week she would barely eat. We gave her fish, peanut butter and milk. She’d eat small bits. She slept in our bed. She had a difficult time breathing. When her doctor walked into the room he looked at her and said “oh…. Sweet Julie, no.”

That’s what we cried as well… no! No! 

She was held as she went to sleep. Safe in our arms, licking our tears. She loved until she couldn’t love anymore.

Our hearts are broken. 

Me

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