My Other Half

My other half is gone. I didn't realize that's what she was until now. I had to put Jessie to sleep last week. She suddenly had trouble breathing and it turned out she had advanced lung cancer and there was nothing that could be done to help her. I couldn't let her suffer though I was so not ready to let her go. Letting her go was about the most gut wrenching thing I've felt in awhile.

She was this big beautiful exuberant lug of a German Shepherd. We were together pretty much 24/7. I realize now she was literally a part of me, my other half. We were a pair. I'd look over at her to see what she thought of who ever had entered the room, and she'd look at me to see what I thought. She was much kinder to people than me though. That kindness taught me a lot about life. If she could have talked we would have been finishing each other's sentences.

I always marvel at how pets do that; how they become so attuned. I finally figured out a few years ago that she viewed me as her job. That was a somewhat humbling realization. I needed looking after in her estimation. In return I tried not to be too obvious about having to look after her, particularly as she got older and simple things became harder for her to do. I didn't want her to think she was letting me down in any way. I told her if the positions were reversed you'd do the same for me so don't worry.

I can't seem to get past the grief of loosing her. At first all I wanted was another dog, another Shepherd. I missed having a dog almost as much as I missed her. But I look at rescue and shelter and breeder sites and all I think when I stare into the eyes of all those dogs is that they're not Jessie.

Perhaps it was a mistake having her with me all the time. On the other hand I'm glad I was there for so much more of her life. So I don't know. I suppose there's another dog out there somewhere who belongs with me, I'm just having trouble imagining that right now.