'Bye to my baby.
Edna had a long life, a happy life. She was the sweetest, prettiest, most neurotic dog I can remember ever meeting. She could have lived a hundred years and it would still be too soon.
Our hero, a few years ago, and his Heroic Dog
Edna was a good dog and I'm sure she gets to go to heaven. But heaven for her, I think, would be just to haunt our house the way she did when she was alive, watching Jeopardy with Dad and crime shows with Mom. And finally walking up the stairs to go to sleep in Mom and Dad's room, like she used to be able to, before the arthritis.
She had a fantastic dinner (although she always did), and then the vet came and she died peacefully in her own house, afraid of nothing and surrounded by people she loved and who loved her.
I'm gonna miss my puppy. I'll miss her varied neuroses; her happy look and her concerned look; and I'll miss the way she'd put her head under my knee when I squatted down to pat her - it took me a while to realize that this was her way of hugging. The last time I saw her, she gave me one last hug and one last wee doggy kiss. I can't ask for more than that.
Goodnight, Edna. I love you.