This morning our dog Ruby(Rubes) passed from kidney failure. She was my daughter's dog for the first few years of her life. She came to us in 1999 when my daughter went off to college. For whatever reason, Rubes latched onto me and became my constant companion. She never left my side.
Whenever I came home from work, the road, or just a trip to McDonald's she would do her "runny thingy" from room to room just because I was back home. Every time I was ill or recovering from surgery, she would be on my lap or at my feet. Her food had to be brought to her because she wouldn't leave me. At night she would curl up behind my knees to sleep. When her legs failed her and she could no longer jump on the bed, she would continue to try until I lifted her up. I have never known such devotion. Now, she is gone and I am lost. I have her collar in my pocket trying to keep her close to me.
My heart beats slower now because only half of it remains in my chest. The other half closed her eyes forever this morning. Rest well, little one. You will be with me always.
