Calypso - 2001-2010

I'm not really sure there is a good way, an easy way, a nice way to say goodbye to a friend.  Because to me, just the word "goodbye" implies bad, difficult, and rough.  I have never been good at saying goodbye, and yesterday was no different.  

Calypso was 6 weeks old when I picked her up for the first time. I took her home to my parents and sat with her on my mom's front porch swing waiting for my parents to get home so I could show them their new granddog.  That hour in the swing was the beginning of a habit - Calypso's most favorite thing in the world.  That dog would swing for hours if I let her!  Not only did she love a swing, she loved riding in cars, laying around while being doted on by me or anyone near by, belly rubs, and the snow.  She even rolled up her own snowball once - no lie.  I have a picture of it.  She was a genius.  :)

After finding out she had cancer, I had to make a wretched decision - one that would be the best for her, but break my heart as well.  So, this past weekend, I fed her grilled pork chops, grilled hot dogs, oreos, and ice cream.  I sat on the patio and let her lean on me like she liked to do as you were petting her - to the point that she would push you over if you didn't brace yourself.  Yesterday, I kissed her goodbye and sat in my car and cried.  It wasn't pretty.  It was pleasant.  It wasn't easy, but it was best for her.  

HUGE thanks to Kelli Stuart of Kelli M Photography for these sweet pictures of my and my girl.