A little over 15 years ago I decided to add the first dog to my life. She was exactly 7″ long and probably weighed about the size of a stapler if that. The second I met her I loved her. So much in fact that I could not bear to leave her alone even for a few hours, so she went everywhere with me, movies, restaurants,everyplace dogs are not allowed but she was tiny and my dog bag looked like a purse so nobody ever noticed.
When I had to leave her I got a sitter. I started designing in a shared art space in a basement off Fairfax and sailor would be zipped up in my sweatshirt while I worked just sleeping or watching for hours. I have been lucky enough to have worked for myself for the last 13 years and my friend has come with me almost everyday.
I know that we get only a few special animals in our lives, they comfort us, love us unconditionally, and sometime take care of us in ways other people cannot. Sailor was this for me, my tiny hero and savior from a thousand tears and healer of many heart breaks and hard times as well as a tiny ray of sunshine and a daily valentine. I had love in my life no matter what every single day she was in my life.
I told her everyday I would love her until her last day and yesterday morning she left me.
It feels like a piece of me died with her, and maybe it has.
Those of you who are animal lovers I’m sure know this feeling.