In 2002 my beloved animal companion, Pug, died. Initially I had purchased her for my father who was wheelchair bound. But I soon discovered that the tiny Boston Terrier, with the large almond-shaped, brown eyes, had become mine. Her delicate heart strings wrapped tightly around my soul. We became inseparable. Time passed and my father died. Then four years later, Pug died. Pugs death was devastating to me. In some ways it felt like I had lost my father again. I felt isolated and guilty in my grief. After all, I was a veterinarian. If only . . . I should have been able to save her from pain and death.
If not for the support of my other animals, and a few good friends, I would have succumbed. Restitution occurred when I let go and wrote the happy moments of Pugs life as it intertwined with mine. In two weeks her story Sleeping With Angels was completed and later published. The book was read worldwide. And as a result, people shared their animal stories with me and I compiled those stories into other books and seven years later the stories have come full circle.
Now I look fondly at the past and remember the many stories of cherished animals that people have shared with me. And I realize that the stepping stone journey has made me a better person. These are a few of the cherished stories that I have chosen to share one more time, with those that grieve the loss of a beloved animal companion. May it help with the healing process.