We lost a member of our family last Friday.  Sally, our beloved Bichon Frise, is not with us and we are missing her terribly.  Two days before Christmas I took her to the vet because she was breathing a little strange and I didn’t want her to get sick over the long holiday weekend.  After a set of X-rays and a harrowing drive to the specialist, our fears were realized.  Sally had a malignant tumor in her abdomen which had spread to her lymph nodes.  Three weeks later she was gone.

How much love can you give to one of God’s creatures in three weeks?  Goodness knows we tried to find out.  Suddenly dealing with the loss of a companion we had shared our lives with for 9 years was earth-shaking.  Never one to be cuddly, Sally did stay a little closer, sit a little nearer, and enjoy belly rubs and head scratches more than ever.

Sally lived for food and her day revolved around mealtimes.  Usually around 5 pm she would start her vigil, laying near her bowl and occasionally clanking it to make sure we hadn’t forgotten her.  Even on walks she spent her time searching for food, even dining on dried earthworms on the sidewalk.  This grossed me out to the very end.  The vet said it likely wouldn’t hurt her, but she could clear a room the day after a rainstorm!

Sally loved to run after a ball or toy and bring it back.  I never saw her happier than she was at David’s house in Atlanta, chasing a ball all the way down his incredibly long hallway and bringing it back over and over and over again, almost to the point of exhaustion.  In her last days when she could not run back with the ball without stopping and coughing, we knew it was time.

I never saw a creature be as enthusiastic as Sally was when Lee got home.  As soon as the garage door started up and his car pulled into the driveway, she would start to bark like a three-alarm fire and not stop until he finally stepped foot in the door.  She was just that excited to see him.  In fact, Sally always wanted to meet everyone.  No matter where or when, she would walk up to anyone with her tail wagging and want to say hello.  And everyone always loved Sally.  She was always a favorite at the groomers or vet.  Everyone fell in love with Sally and her gentle soul.

Sally could be stubborn, and there were days that I got my full cardio routine in just by putting her out and in and out and in.  She loved licking things, especially my salty head after a workout.  You could practically see her eyes roll back in her head as she relished licking all over my closely cropped haircut.  It took great fortitude to sit through those “back of the ear” licks, but I did it many-a-time for Sally.  It made her so happy.

She hated getting her picture taken, as the flash always scared her.  (This went hand in hand with her fear of lightening and fireworks, which kept us home many a 4th of July and New Year’s.)  In fact in her very first picture taken by Lee she has her eyes closed…she blinked!  I’ve included a few pictures with this post, including the last two taken, one with one of her favorite toys, and another with her looking out the door (one of her favorite pastimes.)

We really miss you, Sally, your loving wags, your crazy sounds, your loving licks, and your sweet disposition.  I think that Gus misses you most of all, as you were his constant companion.  You were the perfect calm soul to his enthusiastic cuddle.  Thanks for all the joy you brought to our lives.  I love you, Sally.