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Friday, April 23, 2004
Yesterday my aunt put her dog, Kimberly, to sleep. Kimmy was 16 years old and a Brittany spaniel, the same breed as my previous dog Major. In fact, my aunt got Kimmy the year before we got Major, in 1988. That Kimmy survived this long is itself a small miracle, but she was so feeble that I'm sure she feels a whole lot better right now. We lost Major in 1997 and there are times the pain feels so fresh. I know what my aunt and her family are feeling right now, because truth be told, I'm feeling it a little myself right now. Major like Kimmy and was always excited when he got to see her. I tend to think that Kimmy kind of looked down on Major a little, seeing him as an immature little boy. Those personifications we project onto our pets make the grieving process even harder since we seem to have lost a family member. My current dog Brittany like Kimmy too, but she only knew Kimmy as an old dog who wasn't really up to deal with Brittany's antics. Kimmy was losing her hearing and terrible arthritis, but she still loved those around her. It broke my heart to see Kimmy this way, and I when I saw her throughout the past year I tried to make her feel comfortable. I could tell she still remembered me, and it was always fun to see her shake her butt in happiness (I think whoever cut her tail cut it too short, since she was never really able to move it on her own like Major could). I barely remember the time before my aunt had Kimmy, and losing her is a reminder of how much time has really gone by. 1988 doesn't feel that long ago, but for some of us, it's a lifetime. I remember how bad I felt when I lost Major, I'm feeling a little sad now that Kimmy is one, and I'm dreading the time when I'll have to say goodbye to Brittany. My grandmother is 90, and in not the best condition. Her husband, my grandfather, passed away 14 years ago. I had a delayed reaction to when he died, numbness at first, followed by total sadness when the news finally sank in. I was only 9 at the time. I'm wondering how bad I'll feel when she finally passes on....
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