sedoney baloney

You know, I think when most people go through this for the first time, it feels different. Growing up, we didn’t have a pet until I was in third grade. Sadly, we had to give her to a family without children after a few years. We got Sedona the day before I started sixth grade. It was the best day ever, and I remember bringing her home from the breeder, sitting in the back of our minivan, holding her on just one hand. And in sixth grade, I had small hands (not that they’re huge now).

sedona, sedoney baloney, poopy-dog

She was three parts shih tzu and one part lhasa apso, and the sweetest dog anyone ever met. I don’t think she ever even snapped at anything that wasn’t a squeaky toy. It’s been about seven years since I lived at home and saw Sedona regularly. It’s been about four years that she’s been sick. And it’s been about six months that we’ve known this day would be coming soon.

I thought I would be more sad when I got that phone call from my dad. I think I have to put Sedona down this week. But I’d been expecting it. The last time I was home she could hardly walk or eat. I knew it wouldn’t be long before she just couldn’t walk anymore. So I was surprised this afternoon, when I got the text from my brother. She’s gone. She’s gone and I didn’t get to say goodbye.

It’s harder than you think it’s going to be.