There is nothing that can fill the hole in one’s heart that comes from the loss of a loved one. The pain is profound, and immeasurably deep. Sometimes the loved one is a human, and sometimes not. I can tell you from experience that the pain pays no mind to species.
Today, for the second time, we experience this deepest sense of loss with the passing of our “little girl” Lexi, and when she died, a piece of me went with her. It’s been nine months since we lost her younger sister Sandy, though I swear it seems like three. Now our house is empty and quiet.
Everyone I know who has animals love them. But it takes a very special dog to be loved by people outside their own family. Lexi was one of those special companions. She was not the kind of dog who jumped on people, or sniffed you in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable. She didn’t lick you, or demand attention. In fact, I don’t recall a single time she really did anything wrong. She was just a beautiful, graceful and gentle creature who would greet everyone at the door with a wagging tail and an open heart.
Lexi taught me the true meaning of unconditional love. For nearly 15 years every single time I walked in the house she was at the door to greet me. If I had a bad day, or was in a rotten mood, all I had to do was call her name and she was at my side in seconds. There was never a single time that she didn’t want to be with me, she was never once mad at me, and I know there is nothing she wouldn’t have done for me.
I suppose I’ll keep the rest of the story to myself. Those who knew Lexi will remember her fondly as a dog that truly had no equal. Unfortunately old age caught up with her and she succumbed to illness very rapidly and completely unexpectedly. I’m just sorry that we didn’t have time to let friends and family know in advance so they could see her one last time.
Lexi loved everyone. And in return, we all loved her back.