I'm usually not mushy, gushy and I usually don't post twice in the same week, but I thought it would be nice. It's Christmas time! I have to admit, I was a grinch for a couple of years. I never liked Christmas. I like the message behind Christmas, but the whole getting gifts for people; I can't stand going shopping for people...they are so hard to shop for. In fact this is about my heartache of loosing my beloved pet, Myca. She was such an awesome dog. Myca was rescued with another dog, Simon, which I still have him. He's 10 years old and is still trucking. Myca was 6 when we first met. She was disobedient and just down right stubborn. Her and I worked through everything together we did 4-H together and Simon did as well. She was awesome in agility. That was her thing, and her only thing. She was a beast.
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| My Myca Ray-Ray |
As Christmas time rolled around for the past few years, it was hard for me to except the fact that she was truly gone. I was working Christmas day when my mom was calling me saying she wasn't doing too well. The days prior to Christmas, Myca was struggling with some abdominal issues. She was only 9 years old, we didn't expect anything worse to come out of this. It was busy at work on December 25th, 2009. My phone kept ringing, it was my mom. My heart sank as I picked up the phone. I can remember down to the exact time that she called to give me the news, it was 5:39pm. All my mom could say was, "I'm so sorry Jill, Myca is gone". She said we had to take her to a city which was an hour and a half drive from where we lived at the time. I was speechless. At that moment, I hated that date. I hated the fact that I wasn't able to be there. I composed myself, walked up to my boss and told her I had to leave work. She hesitated even though she knew what my situation was. I sat in the car with my dead dog for an hour and a half. We arrived at the vet and I said my final goodbyes. What a way to remember Christmas, right?
It is now the year 2012. Three years later, I have finally let it be. I have accepted that she is in a better place, frolicking with other wonderful pets. Simon is healthy and free spirited. He's been there for me his 8 months of life until this day and I couldn't ask for a better solution. This year's Christmas is different...I'm positive!
RAINBOW BRIDGE:
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Author unknown...
That's all folks,
J.Cay
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