After a week of dealing with a ruptured disc, and other unknown complications, and after a long tortuous night of sleeping on the floor on either side of her saying our goodbyes, Tootsie passed away this past Thursday.
The grief is heavy, the memories are both comforting and haunting. Her absence is deafening. There aren’t words to adequately describe her life. Two quotes will have to suffice. The first is a poem written for her by a poet in Claremont, the second by John Piper from his book “Desiring G-d”
“Little legs
Carry her around
In a constant squat
She follows at your heel
And waits for your affection.
If only regular tootsie
Rolls had feet so they
Could come to us and
Jump into our mouths”
- the unheard poet 04 July 2010
“And as i knelt beside the brook to drink eternal life, I took a glance across the golden grass, and saw my dog, old Blackie, fast as she could come. She leaped the stream – almost – and what a happy gleam was in her eye. I knelt to drink, and knew that i was on the brink of endless joy. And everywhere i turned i saw a wonder there.”
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6 October 2011 at 15:04
debbie Kreitzer
All dogs go to heaven. Sorry to hear about the loss of ur Baby.
7 October 2011 at 05:49
Kathi Hatch
Oh that is such a beautiful blog! I am so sorry to hear about her passing. I know she is up in heaven watching over you.
22 February 2012 at 19:32
Susan
Clearly I am late in commenting on this post…
My heart goes out to you and to Jenna. I know what it is like to lose a beloved pet. I don’t think the pain ever fully goes away. I hope that you two can look back regularly and thank God above for all of the joy she brought into your home and lives.
Hugs, Susan