For the Love of Sheba

Our Beloved Sheba

Many of us have been through the heartache of losing one of their pets, so I have no doubt that enough of you can relate. Yesterday our dear boxer, Sheba, passed away peacefully during her mid-morning nap. It was such a shock when I found her as there was no indication that morning of what was to come. As a matter of fact, when I got up in the morning, still half asleep, I fed our dogs and only afterwards did I see Mike's note that he had already fed them...but Sheba was already done with her second helping before I could get to her...so she had a full belly and was peaceful when she went. I suppose what more can you ask for than to have her drift off in her sleep? That's the way I would want to go if I could choose. Then a little while later we went out into the backyard to try and decide where to bury her and the most magical thing happened. Literally 30 seconds after we walked outside we heard something in the woods, just beyond our fence and out comes this Doe and her baby, walking slow, munching on leaves here and there. We all remained still and quiet, taking in this wonderful scene as it unfolded. Just as I thought the pair were going to wander past, two of the smallest deer babies I have ever seen stumble up to where the other two were. I thought, "Sheba sent them to us to let us know she's OK". I mean really, what are the chances that this happens exactly when we walk out into our backyard? So Sheba's sister, Sasha, is having a hard time figuring it all out. The two of them have done everything together for 8 years. And I mean EVERYTHING. She kept waiting for Sheba to join her before she would eat breakfast today and when we let her outside, she keeps waiting for Sheba to come before going down the deck stairs to explore the backyard. Oh time will heal us, as it always does, but we will have some great memories of our time with our Sheba.