From Mom: Bringing Our Girl Home

This is Mom again. Shelby said it was okay to use her page to share these thoughts with you. A form of working through the grief that is surrounding us.

There is a perceptible quiet in the house tonight. How one little ten pound soul could have that much presence to fill a room. Although we had one more day of our reservations, we made the decision to bring Porsche home and that we and the pups needed the familiarity of our own bed and our own space. These photos were from the morning after we told the pups, who already knew, that their sister was gone.

The pups are noticeably uncertain, as is the cat, checking each of the puppy beds, pacing the hall and checking the rooms where she might be. As I was wrapping her in a favorite blanket for the ride home, I noticed as if for the first time, the white porcelain statue that sits on the night stand, watching over life and sadly death unfold. Then as we were preparing to leave, I heard the distinct sound of a bark from the top of the stairs; that playful bark, she used when she wanted attention, as if saying good bye. This brought a fresh round of tears, that dropped on her soft fur, but in her way she was telling me all is good and the lifeless body I cradled was not the spirit of her now running free.