It's taken me well over a week to sit down and write this post.
It is with a heavy heart that I share our sweet dog, Macy, passed away last Friday.
We brought Macy home with us 15 years ago on Thursday, September 12, 2002, two days after we moved into our new home. We were at a point where we weren't sure if we were going to be able to have any babies ourselves and we desperately wanted a fur baby. We joked that we were building a house to get a dog.
Sweet Macy was a people pleaser from the beginning. We didn't need a leash for her, ever. She hardly chewed. Basically, she spoiled us rotten and we did the same in return. Until a year later when we brought Corban home. And then Sydney and Jared. And Macy mothered them and was gentle with them and loved on them as if they were her own. A family couldn't have asked for a better dog.
She slowed down over the years but her loyalty was strong and we think that's why she hung around as long as she did, wagging her tail and showing us she was happy even when her hips hurt too bad to get up.
Now we can begin to remember all the great times we had with her instead of seeing her hurting and slowing down. We miss her as desperately as we wanted her. It's hard to come home to a house where she isn't there. Mike and I weren't even married two years when we brought her home and I'm honestly not sure how to be married to him without Macy there. I know we'll figure it out. We are better for having had her in our lives. Thank you for letting me share her with you.
As we were saying our good-byes to our dear pet, we were also turning our attention to the storm brewing off the coast of Florida. As each daily report came in, Irma was taking a more direct aim on our family in Florida who had decided to hunker down and wait it out. The week leading up to Macy's passing was a hard and tearful one, and worrying for family without being able to do anything to help them immediately was an emotionally hard thing. I felt like I cried for days. As Monday morning dawned and by the grace of God, Irma had weakened quicker than expected and we started hearing from each family member that they were OK, I felt such relief and joy over their safety that I already felt a healing from the sadness of Macy's passing. It seems crazy, but it put a lot into perspective that I still don't exactly have words for.
We are crazy blessed by such wonderful people (and pets!) surrounding us and making our lives all the better for it. We are nothing on our own. What a beautiful tapestry love can weave in our lives, even through the hard times. Maybe even because of the hard times.
It is with a heavy heart that I share our sweet dog, Macy, passed away last Friday.
We brought Macy home with us 15 years ago on Thursday, September 12, 2002, two days after we moved into our new home. We were at a point where we weren't sure if we were going to be able to have any babies ourselves and we desperately wanted a fur baby. We joked that we were building a house to get a dog.
Sweet Macy was a people pleaser from the beginning. We didn't need a leash for her, ever. She hardly chewed. Basically, she spoiled us rotten and we did the same in return. Until a year later when we brought Corban home. And then Sydney and Jared. And Macy mothered them and was gentle with them and loved on them as if they were her own. A family couldn't have asked for a better dog.
She slowed down over the years but her loyalty was strong and we think that's why she hung around as long as she did, wagging her tail and showing us she was happy even when her hips hurt too bad to get up.
Now we can begin to remember all the great times we had with her instead of seeing her hurting and slowing down. We miss her as desperately as we wanted her. It's hard to come home to a house where she isn't there. Mike and I weren't even married two years when we brought her home and I'm honestly not sure how to be married to him without Macy there. I know we'll figure it out. We are better for having had her in our lives. Thank you for letting me share her with you.
As we were saying our good-byes to our dear pet, we were also turning our attention to the storm brewing off the coast of Florida. As each daily report came in, Irma was taking a more direct aim on our family in Florida who had decided to hunker down and wait it out. The week leading up to Macy's passing was a hard and tearful one, and worrying for family without being able to do anything to help them immediately was an emotionally hard thing. I felt like I cried for days. As Monday morning dawned and by the grace of God, Irma had weakened quicker than expected and we started hearing from each family member that they were OK, I felt such relief and joy over their safety that I already felt a healing from the sadness of Macy's passing. It seems crazy, but it put a lot into perspective that I still don't exactly have words for.
We are crazy blessed by such wonderful people (and pets!) surrounding us and making our lives all the better for it. We are nothing on our own. What a beautiful tapestry love can weave in our lives, even through the hard times. Maybe even because of the hard times.
Comments
Post a Comment