Facebook and real life friends of mine know that on Thursday, we had to put Millie down at age 12 years and 4 months to the day. The arthritis in her hips and bad legs had gotten to be too much, and the girl couldn't walk anymore. Sam and Mum brought her in on Thursday.
The sadness and pain are unimaginable.

This also marks an end for us, the end of our childhood pets. Penny, Midnight, and Millie are all gone, as is that phase in my life.
I'm thinking of happy memories of Millicent. When we lived in Gloucester in the winter at that off season rental, and when I was home from college I'd take her for walks on Long Beach so she could run. When she used to sleep with me, Penny, and Midnight all together in my little twin bed. When you'd push the swirl on her behind, and her tail would instantly flop down, as if for modesty. Her neuroses. Her quirks. The freckles on her nose.

So rest in peace, sweet dear Millie. A day will not go by where I will not appreciate all you brought to our lives.
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