Goodbye, LexiPosted: October 16, 2012
Yesterday was a sad day. I had to say goodbye to my sister, Lexi.
Lexi had a good life. My parents adopted her from the Galveston Island Humane Society when she was eight or nine years old and gave her nearly seven years that she almost surely would not otherwise have had. Her home in Galveston had a front porch from which she could survey the comings and goings in her neighborhood. In Baton Rouge, she had a huge yard that offered ample opportunities for exploring . . . and Lexi loved to explore. When she injured her neck a couple of years ago and her front legs could hardly move, she started acupuncture treatments that made her better than new almost immediately.
Lexi was a good sister and a faithful companion. She was the leader and I was the follower. When my mommy had to say goodbye to Talbot, the Golden Retriever who preceded me, Lexi was a great comfort. Until the end, Lexi could stare into my daddy’s eyes and melt his heart.
I know that yesterday, when Lexi crossed the Rainbow Bridge, she immediately started chasing squirrels, something that she hadn’t really felt like doing recently. Then she found a pebble walkway warmed by the sun and stretched out for a nap. Lexi has rejoined Sheffield and Talbot, and I know that she is happy.