Verity is gone.
This is the hardest post I’ve ever written, and I know I’ll never be able to put into words exactly how special she was. But I’m going to try because she deserves that much and so much more, and I need to share the grief and pain that I’m feeling right now.
I don’t want to go into too much detail because I’d rather remember her as the healthy girl she usually was, but I will give you a little back story. Verity hadn’t been feeling well this month, and tests performed on her didn’t give any definitive answers to what was causing it. But she had started to improve this week, and you can’t believe how relieved we were at that improvement. Then, today, she died.
Mom and I are both devastated; I can barely stop crying while typing this. I still can’t believe it – it’s so unreal that she’s gone that I keep hoping it’s just a bad dream and I’ll wake up and she’ll be fine. But I know that it’s not. I know you may be thinking, ‘She was just a dog,’ but she was so much more than that to us.
Her name meant ‘truth’, and here are the truths of Verity: She was the best dog I’ve ever had and the one that truly was more than just a dog. She loved every baby she met, it didn’t matter if it was a chick, goat, donkey, or a human baby. She was always happy with a big smile on her face, and was so well behaved, it was sometimes unreal.
And when I talked to her, she truly understood. Verity is the one thing that helped me through a particularly rough patch last year. She had this way of looking into my eyes that let me know that she heard everything I said and that she loved me. I wish each and everyone of you could have met her in real life because I know you would have loved her just as much as we did.
I’m going to leave you with one of my favorite pictures of her:
I just realized as I was sitting here about to press the Publish button, that it’s September 28th – five years to the exact day that my Granddad died. I know they must be together now in Heaven.