Saturday, February 20, 2010
On Friday, February 19th Daddy, Cesar Millan's loyal sidekick and Canine Assistant Extraordinaire passed away at the age of 16 years (you can post your condolences on Daddy's Memorium page here).
I didn't know Daddy, I don't know the Millan's, but I am sitting here bawling my eyes out because I can't imagine what they are going through right now. My heart truly goes out to them.
There is a section on saying good bye to your best buddy in "Be the Pack Leader." And it made me cry. I tried to cry quietly so I wouldn't wake John up, who was sound asleep beside me, and have to explain the reason I was snotting all over the sheets. Because I was crying for a whole bunch of reasons and it felt too dismal to explain.
I was crying because the thought of saying good bye was sad. Because sometimes saying good bye is the only right thing to do and sometimes doing the right thing is HARD. Because sometimes things happen that change you forever and most of the time you don't have control over those things.
Loving friends is amazing. Losing friends is impossible. Both inevitably happen... and your only option, really, is to hug harder, laugh more... and let your dogs cuddle with you on the couch every now and then even if they're not allowed. Kind of another "life is shit/life is amazing" thing, I guess.
I'd say my dogs will be allowed on the couch and the bed and everything else today.
To the Millans: I am so very sorry for your loss. Take care.