This past weekend my family experienced a tremendous loss, our family dog of 12 years, Tasha, passed away. For those of you who know my family, you know how amazing she was! We got her as a family Christmas present back in 1998. She was a tiny little thing as precious as could be. A few days ago my mom and I were crying together over skype, remembering that time when we would have to shovel a path in the backyard from all the snow, she was just so tiny.
As any family with a dog knows, your dog is a part of that family. She’s there throughout all the trials and tribulations, waiting at the door or end of the driveway when you pull up, always so happy to see you. Tasha would always wag her little tail every time anyone would pet her… she LOVED everyone!
Each year, my nephew would make sure Tasha always got a present at Christmas, some flavored bone or doggie biscuits. As I was saying to my mom, I just can’t imagine coming home without her there!
Since most of my life has been living overseas and away from my family, I wasn’t there for the day to day living like the rest of my family, especially my mom and dad; BUT, it never mattered to Tasha, cuz the minute I arrived home there she was so happy to see me… like I was never gone at all. It was always one of the first things I did when I came home, make sure to see Tasha and give her a huge hug and pet her. She would get so excited and start sneezing each time.
Even though she was old, and we were expecting it to happen at any time, you never quite realize how it will affect you when the moment comes. I know there have already been many tears shed over the weekend, and I’m sure the moment I return home for a visit they will flow again. It just wont be the same hearing my dad jump on his riding lawn mower, without Tasha barking and trying to herd him…. or when we are trying to play tennis and she is barking every time we hit the ball over the net…. or taking her on walks around the pasture and seeing her slow down on the way home because she’s not ready to return. Her presence will be missed everywhere, and it will take time for it to really sink in.
If anyone has seen Marley and Me, then you have an idea how we are feeling at this moment. My nephew literally grew up only knowing life with Tasha. It’s incredible how much joy and happiness a dog can bring into your life….especially one who has been there for 12 years! My heart is already feeling a hole in it from where Tash’s paw held her place.
I really hope its true…. Do all dogs go to heaven???