This past Wednesday we bid farewell to our sweet and gentle Sasha. She was part collie and part Siberian Husky. She was beautiful in body and in temperament.
We have spent 13 years together. She has given us moments of delight, moments of pure comfort, moments of fun and laughter.
A true companion, playmate for our kids, walking buddy for my hubby. For me, she provided a listening ear, hours of company, a gentle loving presence.
Because she was remarkably pretty, she always drew compliments from people when she would be out on a walk.
Those soulful brown eyes, so sad if we would have to go out and leave her by herself. Yet, also, upon our return, the happy greeting, wagging of tail and kisses for us.
I'll never forget our son's expression, for whom we bought Sasha, the first time he laid eyes on her. The delight, the bliss, the pure unadulterated happiness. Truly, a boy's best friend. Now, 20, the boy, now a man, still passionately connected to this sweet creature. The boy/man weeps tears of loss. Poignant, deep is his sorrow.
Our daughter, has never known life without Sasha's presence. So, she looses too, her "little sister", her furry keeper of childhood secrets. Her tears too, ocean deep.
The chapter turns. This part of the story over.
Sad and final.
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