Rhonda

On Sunday, along with our Vet's help and guidance, we put Rhonda to sleep. As many of you can imagine, it was a terribly hard decision. The results of that decision have made this house feel almost empty. My worst breakup never felt quite this bad, but how can I compare? I've lost my best friend and, as another friend has put it, someone who would unquestioningly walk through fire, as long as she was by my side. I feel the part of a traitor, not going with her-sending her out alone and closing the door behind her.

Before Sunday, not a moment went by without wondering if there was some way that I could save her. Again, as many of you know, second guessing our decision has been very painful.

This simple red ball, her favorite toy, with the remains of a squeaker inside, remains in our kitchen, not that I need a reminder of her passing. It's just a physical thing that holds her space. It'll gather dust for sure, as will her memory. If I ever could beleive in the afterlife, now is the time that I'd press for its existence. Just to know that Rhonda and I could play together again.