Maisy

Last Monday was a sad, sad day. We had to take our Maisy to the vet for that trip that every pet owner absolutely dreads.

Maisy had been diagnosed with lymphoma in November. She had been doing fairly well until about 2 1/2 weeks ago. Then, Valentine's Day weekend she became really sick. By Sunday, we knew what we had to do. She was barely moving.




It's funny how you think things will play out a certain way. But then they don't. I always thought that after we had kids I wouldn't be "that" sad whenever Maisy died...that our kids would be the heartbroken ones. But I was heartbroken to see her go. I miss her. I thought that watching her die at the vet's office would be the hardest part of letting her go. But it wasn't. The most difficult part of it all was leaving her there. Saying goodbye was so much harder than I imagined it would ever be. I was a bit of a mess for a couple of days.

When I came home from the vet and C saw me he said, "Mommy, why are you red?" I broke the news to him, expecting some sadness and lots of questions...Maisy was too sick and she had died at the vet's office. He took the news so well. "Oh, we can get a new dog." He did ask me some questions that night. I answered them and he seemed satisfied. As for L...he really doesn't get it. He's asked 2 times, "Where's Maisy?" I reminded him she died and is with Jesus. He seems okay with it.



Maisy really was a great dog, just so sweet. She was always so good with the boys...even after not one or two boys, but three. In fact, I think she really enjoyed the attention they gave her.










Part of my grief over losing Maisy is that I feel guilty. I feel like she was sort of pushed aside after we had our kids. But I realized that as we gave her less attention, our sweet boys gave her more. Even our Baby P got a chance to know and love her. Here he is with Maisy "saying goodbye."

Goodbye Maisykins. We love you.