Last March, Nick and I decided to adopt a 7-year-old dog we named Georgia (a.k.a. George
Carlin). After visiting the shelter, we immediately fell in love with Georgia. She kept extending her paw, as if she wanted to greet me by shaking my hand. Her sister sat next to her, staring with sad eyes.
When we contacted the shelter to adopt Georgia, they worried about separating her from her sister because they’ve been together since birth. So, we decided to adopt both of them, and named Georgia’s sister, Emma. When we brought them home, Georgia immediately settled into her new surroundings. She played with us, fetched her toys, destroyed squeaky, stuffed animals, and extended her paw with affection. Emma, on the other hand, seemed distant. She stayed by her sister’s side, avoided playing with her toys, and peered with those same sad eyes that I noticed at the shelter.
About four weeks later, Georgia unexpectedly passed due to a tumor at the base of her heart. Emma sensed her sister’s absence, and her melancholy continued. Now a year later, Emma’s personality has completely changed. She loves to destroy squeaky, stuffed animals just like her sister did. But, instead of extending her paw in affection like Georgia, she smacks us with her paw to demand attention or treats…affectionately, of course. While Georgia’s sudden death devastated us, we’ve learned to celebrate the short time we’ve had with her. We’ve learned to remember her, rather than mourn her. And, we’ve become a small, but happy family of three.
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