I've been trying to write this for 3 months, and every time I start, I just can't find the right words to even begin to say what I need to say or express how I feel inside.
On January 24, right around lunchtime, my Mimz died. She was here, she was fine, then she wasn't fine, then we were at the vet, then I was holding her while they gave her the shots to take her away, then I felt her leave me. And she was just gone. It's amazing how life works that way. One day you're eating eggs or fussing at your kids, thinking about the laundry you need to do, chugging along in the world, and suddenly the roof falls in and you don't even know who you are anymore. It happens that fast.
I haven't been able to blog, because when Maddie died in 2012, I felt like I wrote her an eloquent letter. It honored her, and it was written with love and respect, and it came from the heart. This time, I can't write an eloquent letter--I can barely write anything--because my heart feels like it has been removed from my chest. But I'm going to tell you about her, because she was amazing and she deserves to be remembered, and I need to do it to move forward.
I have never loved a friend as ferociously as I loved the Mimz, and everyone who knows me, knows that. My in-laws, who don't care for dogs and who have a strict NO DOGS ALLOWED rule at their beach house invited Mimi to the beach every time we came because they knew we were a package deal--if she didn't come, I wasn't coming. THAT WAS A BIG DAMN DEAL. If you knew them, you would understand just HOW big. But that's how Mimi and I operated, we were a pair. I shared everything I ate with her, we drank out of the same wine glass half the time. We slept together. She laid beside the tub when I took baths so I could talk to her. I told her, and her alone, every single secret I ever had.
Mimi was disdainful of the world outside of me, and honestly, much of the time I was disdainful of the world outside of her. There were times when she was literally all I had support-wise, and she never failed me. She was at my side through an abusive marriage, a messy divorce, several job changes, twelve moves, graduate school, an unexpected pregnancy, an unexpected remarriage, the birth of two children, the passing of several other much-loved pets, the death of all of my grandparents, and the crushing loss of my Dad. And so many other things I can't even think of right now that I will think of later, at Kroger or the library or the gym and think "HOW COULD I FORGET THAT I WOULDN'T HAVE SURVIVED THAT WITHOUT THE MIMZ?" because I have things of that sort happen EVERY DAY because LIFE IS HARD, especially mine, and when life is hard, well, YOU NEED A MIMZ.
I know that I'm lucky, because for nearly 15 years, I had a Mimz. I know that when it comes to choices that FUCKING SUCK, I made the right one when I let her go that Saturday morning. Because we always had each others back, and for all the monumental things she had given me, it was time for me to give something back to her. Like peace. And I did. Though what it cost me can't even be quantified or explained.
But I will love her for the rest of my life. And I will miss her for the rest of my life. I will remember how her fur felt soft and curly and tangly all the time, and how she always smelled clean. How she hated to have her paws touched, and felt cuddling was ridiculously below her unless I was sobbing, during which times she would begrudgingly allow me some minimal snuggling. How she had absolutely perfect timing when it came to snorting in disgust (which, blessedly, B can imitate with near perfection.) How she had the worst breath on the planet. How she only truly loved me and nobody else. And how nobody could have truly loved her more than I did. And I do. And I will. For always.