Today is newsletter writing day but I won’t be able to write about art. Why?
Because I lost my Emma last night.
It is interesting how our pets fill our lives and soul. Our dogs become one with us. They listen, cocking their heads as if contemplating the conversation, they know when we are emotionally or physically in pain so they silently sit by our side in support, they never demand or ask questions……they just trust. They are our very best friend….keeping us young in body and spirit while holding our deepest secrets in their heart.
Let me tell you a little about my Emma.
When I picked up Emma at the airport I looked into the create only to see this scrawny, tiny German Shepherd puppy. She was the runt of the litter but I had selected her because she was the smartest of all the puppies.
Yes, Emma was smart…in fact she was too smart. She knew things before I did …such as if we were driving to a place she knew she would let me know if I made a wrong turn.
When I took her for her first agility class we were the last to go through all the jumps, tunnels and etc. When it came time for Emma to go she took off and completed the course perfectly without me giving her any guidance. Because she was the last dog to go she had watched and figured out exactly what to do.
That was my Emma.
Emma was also a Service Dog in Training. She loved her bright pink jacket and when she wore it she was the absolute perfect dog. We would go shopping at Nordstrom, eat in fine restaurants and attend art shows. She was perfect.
Of course when the pink jacket was off she was the Tasmanian devil.
She was my rock.
Emma went from looking like a “Mexican street dog” , as my Son called her, into a stunning elegant dog. I loved watching her energy move with grace and intelligence.
I will miss a lot of things about Emma but most of all I will miss her super wet kisses she gave so generously.
I will also miss when her deep expressive soft eyes met mine they were saying….”I will love you to the stars and back”