62

At 11:26pm last night I get a phone call from my sister, her voice was distraught as she informed me that my mothers dog MeiMei was at the hospital and is dying from a ruptured stomach ulcer.

At 11:44pm I receive a text "She's gone."

she's gone...

We felt the shock as I read these words. Little Winston started throwing up images of us playing ball with her, going on walks and runs together, looking into her intelligent eyes as she sits wondering why I haven't given her a treat. She was an amazing dog!

if it wasn't for her we wouldn't have Kismet...

This is true. It was because of being around MeiMei did I resolve my PTSD and become comfortable around dogs again.

Little Winston is now upset, as he is running around creating a storm of memories that flood my mind. I don't resist, close my eyes and let the wave of emotions hit.

I allow myself to feel it all.

They say you don't appreciate what you have until it's gone... and as I look at Kismet, I thank MeiMei for teaching me how to live as I move forward to day 62.

#chasingbutterflies