Saturday, July 28, 2012

Goodbye Old Friend

Ally Christmas 2010

I can't now remember how I first got to know Our Amy aka Grammar Snob online. I think she was a commenter of Chili's and then we got to talking. I do remember that I started to care for her as an off-blog human when she shared the journey while her husband, Roy, had heart surgery. He came through with flying colors and inspired their family to waste no time in living their dreams. Amy has recently completed training as a nurse and her social media posts are now heavily weighted with declarations of happiness surrounding every aspect of her job, even the hard ones. Every time I read one I am simultaneously filled with gladness for her, gladness tinged with envy.

Today there is less gladness. Amy's family said goodbye to their wonderdog, Ally. It is unimaginably difficult and I hate that Amy and her family had to go through it. There's nothing I can do to help. All I can do is spoil the ever-loving fuck out of my dog.

Treats for everyone.

*Photos from Amy's family albums. Used with permission.


  1. Aw. I clicked even though I knew it was gonna make me cry. Goodnight, sweet dog.

  2. It's impossible to explain to someone - who hasn't lost a pet - what this feels like. Every time I hear something like this, it calls to mind all the precious fuzzies we've had to give back to the Universe. I really wish Snob's misery were comforted by our company, but I know, too, from experience that's not really how it works.

    Godspeed, Wonderdog.

  3. Treats all around. And much virtual hand-holding for Ally's humans.