Thankful.

My dad just called me and told me that our dog, Powder, of 16 years passed away today.  What was shocking is that it came as a relief.  Powder was struggling in her last few years... she was almost completely blind and could hardly hear anything and was constantly whining because her arthritis was really bad.  Nevertheless, she remained a truly faithful dog and I am truly thankful for her life and everything she gave to me.  The thing that I loved most about her was that she would never leave me when I was sick.  Even when she got really old she still knew when I wasn't feeling well.  She would sleep by my bedside until someone made her move.  I loved that.  She was a good dog.  She was happy and hyper and loving and loyal... everything a good dog should be.  I will miss her, but I am so glad that she is not in pain anymore.  I'm sure that all dogs go to heaven because she was a beautiful part of God's creation.  I know she's running and playing and jumping with no more pain or fear.  She had a great life... and she will be missed deeply.

Rest in Peace little Powder Puff.