Catie’s journey ended today.
I’m struggling to write these words because the weight of this sorrow has me down on my knees.
We’ll grieve today. And tomorrow. And for some time after that. If I didn’t believe it would get better, I wouldn’t get out of bed tomorrow. It will.
Not right now.
Right now it’s a gaping wound of immeasurable pain.
Run free, Catie. Sniff all the roses you can find up there in doggy heaven and make sure that Spirit Comet gives you a position on her team that doesn’t require a lot of exertion. You were always a bit of a lazy girl.
Born November 4 2003
Amputation January 13 2010
Off to heaven June 2 2011