I believe that human beings have an infinite capacity for love, but I also believe that we only have the capacity for one true love. Nathan is my one true love and if he were to dump me for some stupid bimbo I wouldn’t even try to love another the way I love him. I would just marry for money.
It’s the same with dogs – you can own twenty dogs in a lifetime but you can still only have one true love. For both Nathan and me Ezra was the one.
We lost our one true love, after a very quick demise, at 4:42 a.m. on April 13th. She died cradled in five sets of arms, her deep brown eyes looking at us with gratitude for a life well lived and well loved.
She was our first baby, a second mother to our children, my Ethel.
I miss the click of her nails on the hardwood.
I miss warming my feet on her soft belly in the night.
I miss scratching her favorite spot - the spilled milk white between her eyes and over her nose.
I miss her snoring.
I’m not at all embarrassed to admit that I found a soulmate in a dog.
For the past thirteen years I’ve cried all my tears into the thick nape of Ezra’s neck. And now I have all these tears and no neck.
I don’t know how to be without her. I know there will be other dogs (dogs with money,) but there will never be another Ezra.