Saying Goodbye

Two weeks ago I got the call, my parents had to put Shelby down. Shelby, a collie, my sister Beth had, but had to give my parents since their other dogs played too hard with her.

Shelby was the lady of the house. Delicate, and finicky with her kisses. She always had her spot by the couch, waited when you got there for you to say hi to her and let you know what was what. When it was time for dinner she let you (and Jake) know... it was time! She was picky... and only ate if you were there with her... talking to her and coaxing her.

This is how I will remember her...







The last time I saw her I had to carry her in from outside. Then when she was worried, and she needed to go to her sanctuary (dad's office) I had to carry her. Her 50+ pounds had whittled down to 40... she was waive like light and had that look. My heart broke when my dad looked at her, torn up asking her "What? What can I do for you." He was always the man, the feeder, the one for her. Her frailty and pain wore at him. Of every picture I have taken this is the one...




When I walked in the house Jake would bark and whine and carry on. But always Shelby was there to say hi. Waiting her turn and not making a scene... always the lady. Miss you Shelb's...