Its been four months since Michelle went to the bridge and I finally (maybe) have the strength to write about her.
In January 1996 I went to the shelter "just looking" and came home with a Border Collie mix. She just wasn't the right match and three days later I was back at the shelter, heartbroken and crying. They kept my number and a week later called me about a sweet 2 year old Cocker Spaniel that had been brought in the night before. My husband was adamant that we wouldn't be getting a dog - in fact, he erased the shelters message from the answering machine at home before I could hear it. Little did he know that they had also called me at work. I immediately left the office and went to the shelter to meet Michelle.
Michelle was cowering under a table in the main lobby of the shelter, tethered to a chair. When I approached she immediately wet herself in a submissive pee. She was FILTHY and hadn't been groomed in so long that her feet looked like giant furry snowshoes. Her eyes spoke volumes - they said "I'll love you". I gave her a big hug and off we went.
On the way home, Michelle in the back, we got stuck in traffic for about 10 minutes. While the car was stopped she put her sweet head between the bucket seats and rested her head on my shoulder. She was the sweetest dog I've ever met and she owns half my heart.
My husband soon decided that the "no dog" rule was a really stupid idea. The three of us had 11 wonderful years together. On January 1 2007 Michelle suddendly started to lose her balance and fall, she became lost in corners, she wouldn't sleep. My vet suspected a brain tumor but I was hoping it was "only" Canine Cognitive Dysfunction (CCD). After 3 weeks on medicationsthere was no improvement and her falling was getting worse. I couldn't bear to see her in such mental agony. On January 20th, 11 years to the day that she entered our lives, we helped her over the bridge.
I still miss her, still talk to her, and still kiss her photo which hangs on the fridge every morning and every evening. I'm crying as I write this, the pain is still there - but there are so many happy memories which also bring a smile to my face.
My Michelle - run free sweetheart, you'll always be mommy's first baby.