It’s been one week since we lost our sweet girl, Lola. We found out at the end of last year that she had lymphoma. After a lot of research I knew we didn’t have much time with her, but I never thought we’d lose her after just three short months. She was only four years old.
Asa and Lola were best friends. He adored her more than anything, and I am so thankful that they got along so well. She was more than twice his size, but she never intimidated him. He would climb all over her, in fact, I think Asa thought she was his own personal pony.
How do you explain to an eighteen month old that he will never see his best friend again? This morning Asa saw a photo of Lola and immediately started to call her name.
“Lola, good girl!” “Good girl!”
I kissed his head, feeling the sting of her loss once again. “Good girl went bye-bye.” “Say, bye-bye good girl.”
Asa shook his head. “No, bye-bye.”
“Then where did she go”, I asked. I’m not sure where I was going with that, but the words just came out of my mouth. Asa pointed to the ceiling, and looked up. “Up”, he said….smiling.
Maybe he knows something I don’t about where dogs go when they die…and if that is true, then I look forward to her running up to me someday in heaven and getting my pants all slobbery wet.
We love and miss you, Baby Girl.