This past Tuesday, August 13, 2013, we had to say goodbye to my Cleo. If you ever stop by this blog you may realize that I do not really talk about personal things here. However, in this case I would like to share.
I found my Cleo outside of the Philadelphia Museum on Art (where I worked at the time) on a rainy St. Patrick's Day morning in 2000. I did not know much about dogs at the time, but over the past 13-1/2 years she taught me so much.
She taught me the meaning of what unconditional love and friendship truly is. She taught me that no matter what the stresses of the day bring, she would be there to comfort me -- to not sweat the small stuff. She taught me that the bond between owner and dog runs deep. For us, it truly did.
From the day I found her I wanted nothing more than to give her the best life and a good home. With that came responsibility and I was happy every day to provide for her, to walk and feed her, to love and care for her. She was the very best girl in the world.
We now feel a hole in our family. I cry often and want to reach out and hug her. As I mourn I think of all of the fond memories I have of Cleo over the years and will hold on to them. Although she is no longer with me physically, I feel her spirit.
Cleo, my B, I love you always.