Greta 1998 - 2011

This week has been an incredibly sad one. Last Monday we were told that our Greta dog had renal failure at the critical stage. We tried to take care of her and gave her a week of admitting SubQ fluids but on Halloween we were told that her levels were actually worse. After seeing her starve herself for 4 days in a row and seeing the decline, it was very clear to us that it was time to make the decision to put her to sleep. Halloween we sat in front of the fire, one that we set daily to keep her warm -- but on that day we were alone. The days have gone by so slowly and I fall into a deep sleep every night with no dreams. Every step in that house has her in it. Everything I do daily at home contains a memory that she's in. I miss her so. I wrote 2 little poems that remind me of her:

A troubled time I have before me,

Knowing my dog's gone to glory.

She climbs the hills of golden sun,

And greets the hearts of everyone.

Don't tell me there's no heaven for those:

Whose wet noses nudge the hands that feed them,

Whose tails clear tables of your reading,

Whose paws remind you they still need you.