Its been a little over a week now, but I must inform the readers of this blog (who aren’t already facebook friends as you people have already seen this news) that my fuzzy little husky Sasha (seen here) passed away on Sunday afternoon 4/24. It was all very sudden it seemed to me. We had to take her into the vet for what I expected to be relatively minor issues that were in fact just late symptoms of something horribly wrong with her. I was feeling badly for her as she was in poor spirits and no energy the Friday night before our vet appointment on Saturday and spent a little time just petting her and trying to reassure her that she was going to be alright. I’m glad I did that in hindsight. It was the last quality time I would have with her. After a battery of tests and a nights stay in the vet the news just got worse and worse for her prognosis and we made the decision to have her put to sleep to end her suffering.

I was not surprised at how lousy I felt that whole weekend. I am surprised at how much of that feeling has lingered into this past week plus. I’ve had many pets, I’ve lost many pets. I don’t think that Sasha was the pet I felt the closest bond to (that would be Caramel my fuzzy little study buddy up there!) … but I have caught myself with several moments still of “oh I better let the dog in before we head to work” and things like that. Like all parts of my brain have not yet caught on to the fact that I don’t have to tend to her, or expect her to greet me at the door when we come home, or chase a skunk, or any of the other good things and bad things she would do. When I catch myself and have that little “oh yeah” moment I think about her more than I realized I would. I thought I was to the point where I was understanding what I was going to deal with when a pet died. Apparently I am wrong. I have to say its not an overwhelming feeling of sadness or anything, but every once in awhile I wish I could give her another pet of that soft red headed fur.