I adopted Andy and Bailey about a year and a half ago -- never fancied myself a Cocker Spaniel guy, but Andy and I just clicked. The foster told me they were a package deal, so I went for it. We lost his 12-year-old sister Bailey last May to a heart condition. And then, unexpectedly, 11-year-old Andy went into cardiac arrest earlier this week. Often, when Im out reporting a story, people will use the word, shock. Now, I feel like I know what they mean. Ill miss both of the little rascals, but Andy was extra special. I miss how he waited by the door when youd leave the house; coming home feels empty, vast, quiet. I miss how he begged me for bacon -- politely, earnestly, as if there could be nothing in the world more important. (And honestly, could there have been? Probably not) I miss him stopping at the foot of the stairs to our apartment -- the arthritis in his back leg really started to bother him in the last few months -- until I went to pick him up. His tail would wag, Id scoop him up and hed flop into my arms. He would groan an approving groan. Andy loved being carried up the stairs, and he sure did love being around people. All of the cliches apply here: things can happen suddenly, hold your loved ones tight, better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all...etc etc etc. But I dont really like cliches. So I guess Ill just say Im really sad, and Ive cried a lot. And then when I thought I was done, I cried some more. But damn, Andy really was an awesome dude. He depended on me, and now I realize how much I depended on him.
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 03:29:01 +0000
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