Yesterday I got home to the sad news: one of our dogs, Tiffany, had died that afternoon.I know it may seem like a petty (no pun intended) thing to some but I felt really bad about it. I still do...I mean, I wouldn't be blogging about it if I didn't still feel the loss.
According to my sister, her husband got to the house and wondered why Tiffany wasn't barking and welcoming him home the way she usually does. When he checked on her she was lying down and was not moving or breathing. She was dead.
When I left the house for work this morning I saw her empty little home near the gate. I guess my brother-in-law was cleaning it and getting ready to take it apart or something. I felt this little tug remembering that Tiffany was gone. I'd never hear her bark again. I'd never hear her howling at the Selecta cart when it passes by the house. I won't get to play with her when she's on her leash at our terrace when I come home.
I never thought or imagined myself getting this sad over a pet but I am. I'm gonna miss Tiffany.
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