Letting go

I have found myself drawn to her from the very beginning. Seeing her play hide and seek with her boy, watching her tirelessly chasing balls, convinced every yellow tennis ball was made just for her!

She has a great life. I don't think anything has been left out. Her parents let her sleep in their beds. They cook for her, take her on long walks every day, arrange their vacations so she can swim in the water wherever they go. And now they have taken the extra long road around her cancer, making sure the quality of her life is absolutely as good as it can be.

Today she will slide out of her large doggie body and into whatever comes next. She will do it at home, surrounded by love and peace, broken hearts and tears of sadness. She will not suffer. She will never suffer.

It is the final step in loving. It is letting go at the very last moment when that is the kindest most loving thing to do.