Sunday Photo Fiction: It’s Her

There sits the statue of a dog. I remember a certain dog.  She had the qualities of queenleness, loyalty, and love. She was the bringer of fun to a childhood of bike rides down the off leash paths and long walks in the river valley. 

 She ran for miles with my Dad. My Mom said it would not surprise her if that is how the dog died, running her heart out. My Dad had a t-shirt that read: My running partner has four legs. The dog didn’t leave this world running; I don’t think anybody does. 

To me the dog  was a snuggle buddy at whatever time she wished. She would jump up on the couch and put her right paw on me and lean into me until a soft furry tummy was revealed. She’d push her nose into my hand and when I put my head down she’d strike with kisses. 

But our best friends, leave us at a time not of their choice. They are inflicted with sickness, sometimes, ill health that a vet cannot even diagnose. I woke fifteen minutes too late to say goodbye to her. I petted her anyways, she had this beautiful soft fawn coat. 

And I stroked her back and her little ears as she lay on the counter in the back of the vet. She was to be cremated. The blanket she was covered with was truly the veil of death, taking her away. My Dad and I tried not to cry as we both went out to the car. But tears escaped us as we drove home.

 No dog is exactly the same, but they are each unique. Their time in years is short, but they are never forgotten. I place my hand on the statue and memories flood my mind. This statue is not of her, but to me, in my heart, it’s Nikki. 

Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting! 


20 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction: It’s Her”

  1. The bond that forms between a human and an animal is fascinating. The two are unable to directly communicate with each through the use of language, but the little gestures, hints and subtle displays of affection are enough to bridge the gap.

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      1. Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. We are all dog lovers who knows that all dogs are unique and irreplaceable. They live forever in our hearts. 🙂

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    1. Yes, it is funny how different they all are. I think dogs match their owners in many ways, some even look alike. Maybe, it’s just they are so attuned to us that they are how they are. Thanks for reading.


  2. Beautiful. Have wet eyes now. I have lived form 22 years on a big house and we never got a time when there were no dogs on it. We had several who came and parted and each one was unique and remember fondly. Even the ones that left this life still as puppies (we also had snakes there, that were not pets, but deadly to curious dogs). My husband had only 1 dog in his life. The day he heard about the dog’s passing away (we were already in the US) he was inconsolable. We never had a dog since. The excuse is carpeting, but I guess for him is more about not wanting to go through that pain again… So I know what you mean.

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    1. Thanks for reading Etol. I think many people have great pain from losing pets who are part of their family. When they are feeling well and young it is great, but when they are old and or dying it is extremely difficult to see. I think because pets reflect their owners so much this makes it harder, like loosing part of yourself. I hope your husband lets u get a dog one day. They are worth the pain in the end, I never regretted having Nikki.

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