the story of growing up Scroggins

Monday, June 8, 2009

Windy has Stormy Eyes....

Windy didn't make it through the night last night. She'd been doing moderately well since her surgery, but yesterday seemed to take a turn for the worse. She wouldn't eat, and by the end of the day, we couldn't tempt her with a drink either. I tried to tell Todd to prepare himself for what the Vet might advise us today, but he only wanted to focus on her recovery. We went to bed at midnight, and at 6 this morning Todd realized she'd gone to sleep never to wake up. It was a heartbreaking moment, and we both just sat with her for a minute before making "arrangements." We buried her up on a hill, between some trees, and in the shade out back. We figured she'd like that.

We went to breakfast and laughed about her little habits. She was stubborn, independent, protective, and so so sweet. She once licked Todd's face for 10 minutes. It was our idea. She was a lick-a-holic, and we wondered if she'd ever stop. She loved the lake. It was there she could be one with her water bowl. It was hilarious to see her swim along licking the entire time. She turned 47 circles everytime she layed down, most of the time, in a very large-ish hole she'd just dug. We reminisced about all she'd seen of our life. She knew us when we were cool-before we had all these kids. We took her everywhere. We'd pile in Todd's single cab truck with her, Sandy, and our cat. She'd put her nose in Todd's lap because she hated those car rides. We named her Windy Storm after our sheltie, Storm. We heard a song by The Association, and it was just too perfect. She helped our broken hearts heal after he went to doggie heaven.



Who’s peeking out from under a stairway
Who’s calling a name that’s lighter than air
Who’s reaching down, to give me a rainbow
Everyone knows it’s Windy

And Windy has stormy eyes
A flash of the sound of lies
And Windy has wings to fly
Above the clouds

Who’s tripping down the streets of the city
Smiling at everybody she sees
Who’s reaching out to capture the moment
Everyone knows it’s Windy

Windy has her own wings today, and although we are sad to see her go, she gave us 12 years of fun, along with moments of crazy. real. moments. of. crazy. But, we wouldn't have it any other way.

2 comments:

Harry said...

Sooo sorry! It's hard to say goodbye to a good doggie.

Jarhead™ said...

Poor puppy. Sorry guys. Our dog is showing signs of age and, as annoying as he can seem sometimes, we'll miss him when he finally "goes to sleep."