I’ve been fighting with my blog for over a week. I wasn’t able to load pictures and this post couldn’t go on without one. It’s been a week since my Doggie Girl Sasha passed away. It’s been one of the most difficult adjustments I’ve ever had to make.
When I picked her up from a breeder 14 years ago, she was a fluffy fur-ball, so small she couldn’t walk up the stairs. Sasha was my pal, at my side every day since. I took her everywhere until she got too uncomfortable to ride in the car on a regular basis.
She was incredibly smart, silly, stubborn and beautiful. She was pure entertainment; stealing socks, barking because she could, digging holes big enough to fit her whole body, and giving a kiss on request.
I was trying so hard to prepare myself for her passing that I didn’t even think about how I would feel once she was gone. I miss her terribly.