Last night, I received an email from an artist from whom I had commissioned a drawing of Cookie over two years ago. I had forgotten about the drawing, and evidently she had packed it to send, but it had gotten misplaced among other artwork in her apartment and never sent. She was writing to confirm that my address had not changed, and to ask how Cookie was doing. She and I were both shocked about the strange timing, but I am so happy that I will soon see the drawing.
Today has been hard. No woowoos for breakfast, no toenails clicking on the wood floor. I keep finding myself looking down to make sure I'm not going to step on a sleeping dog, but she's not there. I found some pictures from the morning she came home. She was so tiny and perfect. She was the kind of great dog you only get once in a lifetime, and I'm so lucky to have had her in my life.
Thank you everyone for the kind words. I know almost everyone has been in this position at least once, so you know how much it hurts.