I came home from work tonight to find that not five minutes before I arrived, one of my best friends, my beautiful companion of 12 years, Chloe, my fierce, gorgeous, soul-mate, an Alaskan Malamute, had passed away. I knew she would be leaving this world soon; I felt it. Last night I spent a long time hugging and kissing her and telling her how much I loved her.
I don’t know how I will manage without her soft, steady snoring to comfort me in the night. Who will greet me now, tail wagging, when I get home from work? Who will I share virtually everything I eat with? Who will nuzzle my hand in the morning while I’m still in bed, to let me know it’s time to get up, time to let her out, time to feed her, time to start our day? Who will walk up the long hill with me, through the woods and back?
She was a crone, if dogs are crones, and I know she was feeling her years. I know she’s in a better place, where dogs run freely, where there are no leashes, no licenses, no pens, and especially, no human beings around who are cruel and mean and who do not understand that dogs and all animals think, feel, hurt, communicate, love, give. Dogs, as all animals do, share in the spark and breath of life. They are the Mother’s children, as we all are.
Chloe taught me to love, respect, admire, and honor all animal life, in ways I never would have imagined or understood without her. On many occasions, she comforted me in ways no one else could, leaning her strong body against my own, resting her head on my chest, looking deep into my eyes, when for whatever reason I was hurting, crying, grieving, howling into the universe. I will never be the same, having known her, walked this earth with her at my side. She gave me so much and she asked for so little in return.
I will miss her so dearly.