Okay. So I thought I would be fine.
I thought that I could read through this archived account of Snowy’s last day with just a fond smile and a small tear or two. After all, I have Summer lying here beside me in the chair and she has brought me such great joy and comfort over this past year.
Archives For Snowy
So here’s the deal.
I spent the first five years of my life having babies. Lots of babies. Fourteen of them, as a matter of fact.
And the way I figure it? Giving birth to fourteen babies should automatically qualify a woman for automatic retirement.
And so I retired.
Today’s post is a favorite (rewritten and improved) classic from the archives.
Yesterday as I was gathering some things to take to a consignment store, I came across some of Sarah’s special dresses–those little velvet, swishy dresses she wore when she was still young enough to be called a little girl.
When Snowy died in August, we had our own little burial service for him; however, Steve, Sarah and I wanted to wait for Nathan to get home to actually install his little grave stone.
And so Monday afternoon, right before Nathan and Meagan left to fly back to Florida, we did our little family ceremony. (And many thanks to our wonderful daughter-in-law for taking the pictures.)
Roanoke Island is a perfect paradise for DAWGS because they are taken around everywhere with their owners and are highly respected members of the Roanoke Island huntin’ and fishin’ society.
And just in case you might be wondering exactly what a DAWG is, it is a canine that loves to ride in the back of a pick up truck, whether it’s 106 degrees out or 20 degrees. Neither wild temperature variations or rain or snow seem to bother him because he is just so very, very happy to be out and about with his owner, perusing the town and feeling the wind blow through his furriness.
Last weekend we were without power for a few hours, due to the storm.
Sarah got up Sunday all ready to do her morning devotions like she usually does; however, she found the task a bit more challenging without a light switch to flip.
With the sound of screaming wind and pounding rain all around her, she grabbed a flashlight and pointed it at the page in the Bible that she wanted to read. When she looked down, she discovered that she (and the light and the Bible) had created a perfect heart.
I keep hearing all sorts of stories about how wonderful Snowy (my Predecessor) was. He was outgoing, he was funny, he was full of spirit, he was cute . . . yadda, yadda, yadda.
Can’t a girl get a little break from all those Snowy Stories? I mean, really?
Thank you for everyone who left a memory in yesterday’s comments about the first apartment or house you ever lived in. One of my favorite moments of Smithellaneous Life is when I get to read YOUR stories. They are always so interesting and I love the chance to get to know you better.
You may remember this picture that I posted last week of Summer lying on Steve’s work clothes. As soon as Steve saw that Summer had chosen his clothes to lie on, he started boasting to Sarah and me that Summer liked him best.
I didn’t tell you earlier but Steve, Sarah and I are pregnant! With a new Smith family member!
We will “give birth” around midnight tonight to a five-year old, 6-pound girl doggie. (Midnight is when Steve is arriving from the faraway place where he had to go to pick her up.)
Even though it’s a school night, I will get Sarah up right before Steve arrives so that the three of us can welcome this newest Smith member to our family together.
Some of you may be wondering how we’re getting along in the Smith household without our smallest member.
I must say that taking Sarah to school on Monday without him was really tough. It’s been a long time since she and I have made that trip without our fluffy, white accomplice riding shotgun.
When I was cooking last night, I dropped a piece of meat on the floor and immediately looked for Snowy to materialize and do his “Clean Up On Aisle Four” routine.
But he didn’t come.
Today I am finally getting up the courage to write about Snowy’s funeral. I invite you to get a Kleenex and take the journey with me.
Last Wednesday, when the vet arrived at our home, she was carrying with her a cloth bag that the mother of one of her colleagues makes for every pet the animal clinic puts to sleep. That small act of kindness touched me so much; I was thankful to know that Snowy would be wrapped in something that had been handcrafted with love and compassion.