Monday, May 5, 2014
Sweet Hannah came into our lives as quietly as she left. 13 years ago, we fostered a dog that was destined for the other end of the needle unless we could get her to eat and "cheer up" enough for the humane society. A few days in our home, she was eating out of my hand, literally. Her first meal was a few pieces of "Life" cereal. Then we discovered that she had heartworms. The organization agreed to treat her for the condition since she was brought in by a group of construction workers who pulled together enough money (500.00!) to donate to the shelter if they would agree to take her in. I will always believe in the goodness of people.
Hannah was once named Mama Dog and had had at least one litter of puppies in a construction zone. She became Hannah in August of 2001, a week before my 5th child was born. She was the best of the best. Never complained. Never misbehaved. Always obedient and loyal.
If Hannah barked, you better figure out why. She watched over the home quietly and gently and maintained a sort of balance for us all.
April 27, 2014, Hannah became very ill, very quickly and was gone before we knew what was happening. It was my prayer that when her time with us was done, that God would take her quickly and that I would know without a doubt that it was her time. My prayer was answered.
Hannah walked many years with us. She was the childhood dog to all 6 of the children. She loved most everyone. And if she didn't like you, there was a good reason for it.
I will miss my shadow. I will miss watching her beautiful, lean body run ahead of me through the woods. I will miss hearing her footsteps on the floor as she made the security rounds every now and then in the house. I will miss petting her to soothe my own soul.
The luckiest people in the world get to share their lives with a good dog. I have been one of the luckiest of all.