I received an extremely sad email this morning from my bff/sister Michelle, in Maine. They had to put their collie, Willow, down yesterday due to old age and failing fast. I am absolutely heartbroken and fighting tears as I write this. What makes this even harder on my friends is that they had to put down their 19 year old cat, Harpo, last month.
Willow is the reason that we got Pepper back in 2003.
Brian had been lobbying me for years to get a dog. I had not grown up w/ pets and although I liked dogs, I just didn't want one. All I could think about was the extra expense, the dog hair, etc. etc. etc. Michelle had been lobbying her husband, John, for a dog too and he felt the way I did. Finally, he acquiesced and Michelle got Willow, who was already about 6 or 7 when they adopted her.
I was receiving pressure from everyone I know to get a dog. One day I asked Michelle how John felt about having a dog now that they had Willow. She told me that he had grown to love Willow very much. That did it. I told Brian to go ahead and adopt a doggie, and we found little Pepper. Now, I do not know what I would do with both of my sweet little furchildren.
I had the privilege of getting to meet Willow in person in 2005, when I went back east to visit my mom and took her up to Maine. We spent a great day at Michelle's house and it was impossible not to adore Willow. It was especially amusing to see her sitting on Michelle's lap, this big ball of collie fur.
And now she has crossed over the Rainbow Bridge to romp happily with Harpo. Sleep well sweet friend.