The Farklepants family lost a dear friend today. She was a member of our family for thirteen years this month.
She was Boy-Child#1's best friend.
She was my lone companion while the kids were in school and Mr. Farklepants was at work.
She loved underpants and had an ongoing not so secret love affair with the cardboard centers of toilet paper and paper towel rolls.
She frequently raided the pantry.
And the trash.
She enjoyed stashing prepackaged snacks into the corners of the sofa.
She was known to steal a roast or the Thanksgiving turkey carcass right off the counter.
She hated the vet and, in the office, would stand on her hind legs and wrap her arms around my neck whenever she had to go there.
She thought she was a lap dog. She weighed nearly one hundred pounds.
She liked to be in whichever room we were all in.
She slept in our room.
She liked to chase rabbits and birds.
She didn't like to leave the house.
She was often the thorn in my side and the straw that broke this camel's back.
She often slept on our beds when we left the house.
She always greeted us upon our return.
She enjoyed helping me do laundry, fold clothes, take a shower, cook dinner, bring in the groceries.
She did NOT enjoy helping me vacuum or blow dry my hair.
She was not a fan of bodies of water, rain, snow, or wind.
Cell phones drove her mad. So did air compressors. And vacuums. And hair dryers.
She scared the bejesus out of the pizza delivery guy. And the UPS man.
She was as gentle as a lamb even if she looked super ferocious.
Her bed lay empty. Yesterday's food still sits in her dish.
We were all with her in her final moments.
And there is a hole in my heart now that she's gone.
I miss you Baby. We miss you. May you rest in peace you sweet Baby, you.