Dogs go to heaven

I received the text message from my mum this morning that our dear Izi passed away. Despite expected, I always had that secret hope, that her health (and time) would possibly turn around and she would go back to the Izi I loved, knew and grew up with.

The memories are countless, the loved she received and gave endless. I will always remember her as my dear dog, the dog that my parents brought home 16 years ago, when I was 16.

The puppy that I had to feed, when my parents were abroad.

The bitch that would bark and bite anyone and everyone.

The sweet companion that would never turn me down (like other girls did) during my last years of high school.

The dog that when she gave birth to 4 wonderful puppies, her character changed and became so sweet.

The dog that when she wanted food, she begged for with a human-like voice.

The dog that left us with a lot of adorable puppies, sons, daughters, grandsons, granddaughters.

The dog that would always want to play with me, even in her last few weeks of life.

The dog that would always lick my nose.

The dog that took over Ogi, when her dear Ogi passed away.

The QUEEN of our household.

As her life ended today, the emotions are mixed. I am sad because she won't be there when I call her name. I am also happy because, she lived a full life, she was loved, she left a lot of ancestors and because she is not in pain anymore.

She is in a good place, with good friends. Sleep well dear Izi.