Today I lose my running buddy Sheebs.
Let me tell you about her.
We met her when she was about 5, she was given to dogs trust because her owner couldn’t look after her and her new litter. She came to us with coarse hair, underweight and full of milk. They think she was a stray for a while but when we picked her up 5 Januarys ago it felt like she was ours since forever.
We’ve had so much fun in this 5 years and it was only last September that I decided to go for a run. Sheebs came with me of course and has ever since... she always loved going out with me. She never tired of it. In fact, a few times I only went because she was looking at me with those big browns and I didn’t want to disappoint her.
There’s so much about her that I try to encapsulate in myself, I know that sounds weird but she was the sweetest, friendliest most maternal open hearted girl and who doesn’t strive to be that?
We found out on Friday that she has cancer. Rather than let her go through her last few weeks with pain and suffering we’re letting her go today. But it really hurts to know she won’t be lapping me on my run or begging for my cheese sandwich, watching questionable tv programs when I should be working and guarding our family. I couldn’t ask for a better dog and a sweeter nanny to my boy and a better running partner.
I won’t run for a little bit, I’ll come back to it but I can’t face a solitary run right now. Without her sweet little face it all seems a bit bleak you know?
Anyway, here’s to the canine running buddys. The best kind. Whether they’re running alongside you or up in that doggy heaven may they run wild and free and always get a bit of cheese sandwich. 🐶♥️
Love you Sheebs. Always xxxxxxxxx