Her Spirit lives on... I miss you baby girl!

Well I guess it is about that time one year ago that Sheena was laid to rest. There is not a day that goes by I do not think of her. Her happy face pastes the walls of my room so I am remembered of all the wonderful times I had with her unforgettable spirit. There are so many things I miss about her the way she would scoot around the floor and get excited and whine (she was a big talker), I would hear a thud (her coming off the couch) as I approach the door and she would be at the door when I got home, how she loved to play with tennis balls, the list could go on forever. I cannot believe it has already been a year, it seams like just yesterday I was thinking as I would pet her head and look in to her eyes, “This will be the last day I will ever be able to touch you, ever.” She was a beautiful creature who had changed my life and the way I look at it.

The rest of the story of Sheena was a bit more than what it seemed. I was going through depression, severe insomnia (I would not sleep for days, no kidding), and anxiety. It truly felt like my life was slipping between my fingers. I knew the responsibility of a dog would change my life, but never like Sheena did. I took her home for the first time and she did hot laps for 2 hours straight, I took her back, brought home again and she did not get along at all with the cats, so took her back, this went on for about the month of February until a lady called wanting Sheena only because she was a shepherd. There were other reasons why Sheena was not a good choice, I began to feel broke inside thinking of her going to another home, but this dog had some severe behavioral issues I didn’t think I could really handle her, I finally said no, and brought her home to foster. Not many phone calls came in about her which, I was worried about since was getting crabbier and her health was heading down hill. After her tests I decided to keep her, which was the best decision I could have ever made, everyone told me to put her down at that point, but she had not given up on me so how could I on her? The point is I was seeing psychologist, social workers, and on medication, but nothing worked, until Sheena came into my life. She had so many problems of her own that she needed extra help. I was forgetting about own problems and things didn’t seem so bad after all. I stopped my medication and seeing the doctors a month after Sheena came to stay in March, in fact is was on my 21st birthday. Sheena helped me get through the rough period in my life and I know deep in my heart there was nothing I could have ever given back to thank her for what she had done. Sheena was not just a dog, she was a life savor and I will be forever thankful to her. She was my best friend, my strength, and my hope and the day she died a part of me died as well. This past week has been hard actually realizing it’s been a year without her, I could never imagine life without her. I know Sheena is in a place now with no pain and suffering and playing with all the other loved and lost doggies. I know one day I will meet her at the bridge and we will be together forever. There was a candle I lit for her the evening she passed on and tonight I will light that very same candle to let her know there is not a day that goes by with her escaping my mind, heart and soul.