I don’t want to be writing this post.

Because I don’t want to be writing about what I’m going to be writing about.

Last year my dad’s dog Katie passed away. Katie was old, diabetic, blind and somewhat paralyzed from a stroke. But she and Addie were thick as thieves and Katie taught Addie more about compassion than any other living creature could. Addie sobbed for days after Katie’s passing, and she still remembers her almost daily.

Goodbye Katie

Then my sister’s dog Delaney passed away from old age. Delaney treated Addie like her little baby. She let Addie crawl all over her and hug the daylights out of her and never once complained.

Miss Delaney

Addie has an understanding of heaven, and that when people go to heaven they are happy and taken care of. They no longer hurt or suffer. Katie can see and Delaney can walk without pain. Our religion teaches us that death is not the end, that we will be with our loved ones again in heaven for eternity. Now there’s no doctrine when it comes do dogs in heaven, but I can tell you if dogs aren’t there? It can’t possibly be considered heaven to Addie.

Addie even dressed up as Katie for Halloween.

lauging puppy

McKenzie was Katie’s little dog sister. McKenzie was always scared to death around Addie until recently. Addie became quieter, slower and gentler (not to mention bigger.) Addie and McKenzie came to a quiet understanding that they were friends, bonded by the spotted one.

walking the dogs

Do you see where I’m headed with this?

McKenzie got sick. McKenzie had surgery. McKenzie got more sick.

the moosh and mckenzie.

McKenzie had to be put to sleep.

I have to tell little miss.

I don’t want to.

Sometimes being the parent sucks.


  1. And I wish I could “edit” or “delete” my previous post… Best Blog post… der!