Last week, the girls and I said goodbye to our best friend Ariel.
We brought Ariel home to live with us the spring of 2003. We had a 1 1/2 year old and we were absolutely crazy to add a puppy to our already hectic lives, but we made it work. Princess Ariel was a West Highland White Terrier that immediately stole our hearts. She drove me absolutely insane, but one look into those big brown eyes and I just couldn't stay mad at her. From the beginning she was my husbands dog. I had enough with our children to deal with let alone this dog. I remember the day I realized that my husband was sneaking her into our bed to sleep with him, and when I came home from the hospital with our second daughter, the look I got because I was laying in her spot in my bed.
When my husband was killed, I knew that Ariel was grieving just like the rest of us. She was his best friend. She moped around with me and we really connected. She snuggled with me on the couch, consoled me when I was down, and started sleeping with me every night. I even put a chair next to my bed so she could get up and down by herself. She was becoming my best friend.
The girls and I were not ready to say goodbye, but I don't think we ever are. She got really sick, really fast. Within days, we had to make another hard decision. This time the girls were with me and the three of us said goodbye together. I know Ariel is in Heaven playing with Chad. They were best friends and I know she was mine too.
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