Today, I cry

I got a call this afternoon from my mom.
She tried to find the words to say it gently, but there are none.
We all knew it was coming, but it's still a shock.
It's better for her this way, but it's still sad.
I want to say I'm ok, but I still hurt.

The reason for the call?

Our dog died this morning.

She was almost 16 years old.
It was her time.
We knew it was coming, it was just a question of when.
We think she had a couple strokes.
She wandered around the house aimlessly a lot.
I caught her standing, staring at the wall a couple times.
This morning, she didn't want to move.
She just laid there, in the living room.
I knew something wasn't right when I left the house.
I had a feeling that something just wasn't right.
It was her time.
She faught hard.
She went quickly.
It was her time.

April,
My little puppy,
Rest in peace.

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