Yesterday I lost my best buddy, my dog Abby. She was 15 years old and had recently become ill. The illness progressed very quickly. At least it wasn’t a long drawn out thing. She died here at home on my bed where she spent most of her time lately. I found her when I came home for lunch. She just looked like she was sleeping. She looked peaceful and comfortable. I know when she died. I was at work looking at a lab sample under the microscope and all of a sudden I had the strongest feeling of calmness. To steal a line from an Eagle’s song, it was a “peaceful easy feeling”. And I knew that she had died. I don’t know how I knew, I just knew. When I got home and opened the back door to the house there were more of my cats there to greet me than usual. It was as if they were telling me something was wrong.
