For the second time in less than four months I find myself writing about the loss of a pet.
Lady came to CarolAnn and me a few years ago when her master died of old age. Homer was a wonderful neighbor in Glendora. Whenever he went to visit his family out of state Lady stayed with us and gradually became a member of our family.
From the beginning she was the sweetest animal we've ever known. We loved Cricket more at first because we had loved her longer. But Lady came to us gently, quietly; satisfied with our kindness and patient with our distractions.
When Cricket died this past February, Lady became the light of our lives.
These pets. They crawl into our hearts and nest there. They ask nothing of us except love and security. In return they give us the most purely selfless devotion that can exist in flesh and bone.
They won't quit on you, no matter what.
When your heart aches they flood it with comfort.
Lady died as she lived: quietly, with gratitude and never a complaint.
If you ever had a dog that loved you, you know the love of God.