Saying goodbye is always a painful thing. Since my diagnosis, one of the most difficult things I was faced with was saying “goodbye” to the life I once knew.
Almost three years ago today, I was confronted with my most heartbreaking, most beautiful, and most life-changing goodbye. After a courageous battle with cancer, my 13-year-old dog Kenya grew tired and was ready to go. I struggled with my decision but I knew it was the one last thing I could do for her.
Some of what I write now are things I have never shared with anyone. I’m dedicating this blog to Kenny. In life, and in her time of passing I was her healing hand. Thanks to the courage she left me, she will forever be mine.
Photo: Me, Kenya and my main man, Caesar
I held her close and when she took her last breath I only whispered my usual nighttime message to her: “goodnight baby girl, I’ll miss you and I love you. I can’t wait to see you in the morning.” I looked forward to seeing her happy face each morning when I opened my eyes and knew she would still always be my first thought as I woke. I wouldn’t say goodbye.
Letting her go caused an unexpected reaction. All that happened in the five years since I was diagnosed with MS came crashing down on me.