Goodbye Sweet Girl

I have gone back and forth on writing this post because honestly I am not one to open up when I am hurting, I tend to build a bit of a wall and unless I am alone or with a close friend I keep things to myself. But my darling first baby, Agatha Marie Hunter, otherwise known as MooMoo or Moomie, or Ags, or Aggie has passed on. The pain that I feel is excruciating. It feels like I have been kicked in the stomach and I guess I kind of have. Aggie was 11 years old, she was suppose to live to be 13 or 14 that was the plan, well it was my plan however someone else had a different idea.

Aggie came to me in the back of a Mitsubishi Eclipse all the way from Chicago. I had seen a picture of her and told my best friend she was the cutest dog I had ever seen. My best friend told me you can have her if you want her, my mother-in-law doesn't want to keep her. She said "my mother-in-law will probably fly the dog out here if you want her." Well instead her mother-in-law drove her out to me. It was March of 2002. Aggie was 1 1/2 years old. I had just moved to Shelton a few months before, had not found a job yet and was in desperate need of a friend. Aggie was perfect. Aggie was adorable. She was lovable and yes as some girls are she was bossy. She would bark at you until you either pet her, got up out of the seat she wanted or you fed her. She was full of personality and she was perfect. She would attack you with kisses in the morning, she would drink a rum and coke if an unsuspecting party goer left their drink unattended. She loved catching mice and snakes and anything else she could find in the field. Aggie would meet Arturo in the field at 7am and stay out with him and the crew until they left at 5pm. She was a farm dog and loved every inch of our 5 acre piece of land.

Over the last few months she started getting a little bit more sweet, a little more clingy a little more "old" but you know what, my husband and I were actually excited. She was finally slowing down as all old dogs should. But a week ago she stopped being really interested in food and then she started sleeping a lot. Next her breathing changed and on December 26, 2011 we had to say goodbye. She could barely stand to greet us when we went to say goodbye, although she did give me one last kiss and snuggled her head into my leg as I pet her soft fur.

My heart hurts to the point of no return. I know in time it will get easier, but for now there is void that hurts uncontrollably. I love you Moomie, until we meet again. Godspeed.