Marty

My dear friend lost her dear friend today after a short illness.  In the past two years my friend has faced and handled back surgery and hip replacement while also facing a need for knee replacement and struggling to adjust to macular degeneration.  Marty was her only remaining Boston Terrier, a little guy who worked his way into your life before you even realized he was doing so.  Bostons have short noses, and Marty's was especially smushed in, giving him a somewhat elfish look.  Her 15 year old Rosie died just a few months ago, and my friend and Marty had settled into a comfortable routine.  She sang for me the little ditties she would often sing to him.  We dog people do things like that when alone with our pets.  They never make fun of our silliness.  Marty was 5 and a half years old.  This death was not expected.
Because my friend is resilient and supported by her friends and her faith, she will get through this.  She will in due time have her knee replacement surgery, and there will be another Boston Terrier to brighten her life.  Right now it hurts her and all who love her.  We also loved her Marty.  There's a great big hole in our lives that will never be filled, but will gradually be replaced by the recollection of the love we received from this little dog.