Sunday, July 15, 2007

The Divine Cookie

While growing up amongst the manicured lawns of suburbia we always had a dog. I love dogs. Through the years there was Missy the Mongrel, Glenn the Collie, Barney the Beagle, and Smokey the Welsh Corgie.

When I packed up the car and moved to Los Angeles I bid farewell to family, friends, and dogs. Living in an apartment just didn't feel like the right place for me to have a pet. (Cats, hamsters, fish, and birds are not my thing.) I wanted a dog, but knew it would be selfish for me to have a dog with no yard for it to roam and play. Instead I found joy in friend's dogs.

Over the last couple of years I fell in love with my friend Tom's dog Cookie. When I met her I assumed she was a pup, but she was actually twelve years old! She was one vibrant diva, the queen of the manor, an absolute delight.

Unfortunately last week a car hit her. The internal damage was too much for her to endure and the decision was made to put her to sleep. I was there as she took her last breath. She now dances with angels.

Cookie will be missed.

1 comment:

Owen said...

That's awful. I love dogs too but have never had one of my own. My brother's Westie died a couple of years ago and he was a lovely little scoundrel.