Mary

 

Often, when someone loses a pet, they talk about how unbelievably sad they are. How even they are surprised at the depth of their sadness. If I hear of someone I love who has lost a pet, I share this story with them…

Shortly after losing our beloved 13-year-old basset hound, Mary, my husband and I attended an art show in a city nearby. Our feelings were still quite raw and the slightest thing could bring on a new set of tears.

We met a lovely woman, a little older than we were, who shared her story. She told us that she too had lost a basset hound of many years and how, after its death, she just couldn’t stop crying. No matter how hard she tried, she just cried and cried and cried. One day (many days after the basset’s death) her husband said “OH FOR GOODNESS SAKES!!!! You love that basset more than me!!! I’ll bet that you are crying more for her than you will cry for me when I die!!!!”

The woman told us that a few years later, her husband passed away. Then she paused, looked straight at us with a slight grin said…

“You know, he was right.”

I don’t know why, but she helped us. Her story helped us the same way the line “Hit Weezie.” helped in Steel Magnolias. Her simple words, her charming story made a difference. And, I thank her for them.

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