Yesterday, I said goodbye to my beloved 13-year-old golden retriever, Iris. When I scheduled the vet visit, the receptionist said, “Sorry you’re at this hard part.” I knew it was coming; it was in her best interest that it came, and yet, it most definitely was the hard part.
Unlike my other dogs, whose deaths were natural or sudden, Iris had been in a slow decline, and the date for the final vet visit was set several days in advance. It is very disconcerting to know definitively when the end will be here. The whole time, I was thinking, “this is her last treat of peanut butter,” “this is her last belly rub outside,” “this is the last night she’ll be with us,” “this is the last breakfast she’ll have,” etc.
I recalled a sign that said: “We once unknowingly ordered our last Happy Meal.” That always stuck with me, as we have done hundreds of “lasts” that we didn’t even realize when we did them.
Saying goodbye to my Iris and all the reflection that comes with it has reminded me to live life with more intentionality. One day, we too will have our last last. Before that happens, savor all the moments in between.
what a beautiful dot.
So sorry for your loss.
-Kelly