Her Dog Died. But He Didn’t Stop Having Fun.
Susan asked her 🌈 dog Frankie if he’d come back. He did. Just not the way she thought… 😄
Lifting her off the couch for the last time felt so surreal.
In the elevator, my husband held Crispy in his arms while we each kissed one of her cheeks and hugged her.
The whole drive was a blur.
When we got to the vet, we spread blankets out on the floor and settled down next to her — one of us on either side of Crispy.
Our two other dogs, Chopstick and Maui, were with us too.
They were unusually quiet.
Normally, as soon as we get to the vet, Chopstick will sniff around the whole room. But that day, they both settled down immediately and just… held space for us energetically.
They knew. Anyone could see they knew.
It was a beautiful thing to witness.
We stroked and kissed her through each phase of the euthanasia.
First, something to make her sleep.
Then the final injection.
My last words to her were: “I love you so much. Thank you for everything you taught us.” At the time, I thought that was the end of her teachings. Turns out, she was just getting started. 🥺
When her soul left her body, I had no thoughts at all. Nothing.
Just this deep, deep peace.
Almost meditative.
And, in a strange way, beautifully magical.
We lay there with her for a while after the vet left the room.
Then we picked her up for the last time to take her to the freezer. It was such a bizarre feeling — a completely floppy body, not a single bit of tension.
When we walked out of the vet, the first thing we saw was a big butterfly. 🦋
Back home, it felt strange to only take off the boys’ collars and harnesses — knowing hers wouldn’t be used again.
When I got Crispy’s red collar out of my handbag, I dropped to my knees, kissed it and cried for a long time.
Later that morning, another big butterfly flew past us on the balcony. 🦋
In the afternoon, I spotted a bottle of gin that some friends had gifted my husband the night before. It has a big butterfly on it. 🦋
I knew immediately what it was for.
Crispy’s ashes.
It even says PURE LOVE on the label.
That evening, we took the gin to the same beach where hours earlier she had told me it was time. We had a G&T in her honour.
It was yet again surreal to be at the beach without our beach girl.
When we got back home, I asked Crispy to send me a sign. Of course we’d seen the butterflies, but I wanted something more concrete.
I didn’t have to wait long.
About ten minutes later, a mosquito started buzzing around me.
It was very persistent. And very annoying.
I tried killing it maybe ten times. Every single time, it dodged me. Like it could read my mind.
Eventually, I gave up and sat down on my bed.
The mozzie came to me and landed on my trousers. It didn’t bite me, though. It was just hanging out.
I raised my hand one last time, and just before I could strike, I heard in my head:
All amused. All cheerful.
It took me a moment. Then it clicked. She was laughing.
“You can’t kill me twice in one day, Mummy.”
I haven’t killed a mosquito since.
This wasn’t the last surprise she had in store.
But the next one was even more unexpected…
Susan asked her 🌈 dog Frankie if he’d come back. He did. Just not the way she thought… 😄
What do bees, sacred geometry, a third eye and a green pea have in common? This story. 🐝
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