The circle was closed Thursday when we said goodbye to my darling dog Judy. She’d had health problems off and on since Punch passed in July and last week she took a terrible turn with some serious liver trouble.
I prayed much of the day that Punch would be there waiting for her on the other side. Knowing that they’re together again is the only comfort I can find in her passing. The dogs came from a litter of three and the breeder insisted that they go together because they’d been inseparable since birth, a gang of two.
I laid her to rest on Friday beside her brother and marked the grave with the only thing I bought at Christie in September, a cast iron doorstop of two Scotties leaning against each other, it’s just the most fitting marker in the world and I’m so glad I bought it when I had the chance.
I don’t know what I’ll do with all the love I used to shower on them; I pray it doesn’t go to waste.