…it feels like, and itâs only three years.

Today is the day my Zosia, or Zushie-Girl left me to cross the Rainbow bridge three years ago.
I had prayed, over the last two days, for God to take her. I just was sad at having to make the call to the vet for him to come out to the house. I really didnât feel as it was my place to that, as Iâm not God. She was in such pain, though, that I really had no choice. The decision haunts me to this day.
I was blessed to have her with me for fifteen glorious years.

She tolerated, back in her eighth year, when I got her a kid sister-Kasia. I was glad I did it, although I am sure there were days when she looked at me and had a look on her face to say âWhy me?â I was fortunate that Kasia learned from the best girl ever.
Zosia was the gentlest of pups. I donât think there was anyone she didnât like or take to. We walked back the creek of the Wissahickon many times and it was truly as if we were back in nature. Zush would see another animal and walk right to it to say hello. Our late neighbors had two cats who would come up nose to nose to her to greet, and then proceed to walk under Zush. Really…under! She let them, as I guess she saw it as part of their greeting.
I tell Kasia now that sheâs the best girl on earth. Itâs a no brainer, as I know who the best girl in heaven is.

Keep having fun in heaven, my Zush. You got to see your Babci again and meet Dziadziu and Poppa Jim and Alyx. Thereâs not a moment I donât miss you, but Daddy and Kasia and I will catch up one day, and weâll be back together again.
Momma loves you, my girl, and always will.