From Turkish, with love

Me and Turks

It’s funny how we say that we’ve “rescued” or “adopted” a pet. I think it’s the other way around – they rescue us.

We brought home a 9-week-old Saint Bernard in January 2013 and named him “Turkish” (if you are a fan of Guy Ritchie flicks, you will know where that offbeat name came from). Little did I know that is when his rescue mission began, and that it would end a short 34 months later on October 30, 2015. That was the worst day of my life because his sudden passing shattered my heart into 1 million pieces. He was my sweet boy – he pranced into my heart with his big face, kind eyes, and wagging tail and took up full-time residence. The grief was unbearable and my mind just did not want to accept that he was gone. Of course, it didn’t make any sense and I wanted to know why. WHY!!??

But now that some time has passed, the clouds are beginning to part, the tears are subsiding, and I can see that it was also the most powerful day of my life because my heart was shattered into 1 million pieces. Because, you see, out of the rubble I could rebuild a heart capable of bigger love and compassion than ever before; a love as big as what he gave to me, which was constant and unconditional.  I know now that I must move forward in this way, even if it’s hard with the chaos and hate in this world.  I must leave behind any anger, impatience, and judgement kicking around in my heart in order to honor his amazing spirit and the short time he chose to spend with us.

While in this world, I may never understand why he chose that day, 10/30/15, to leave us, but I love him enough to know that it was for an important reason. Perhaps the lessons needed to be learned, then, in order for me to draw other things into my life which will support my journey. I know he loved me enough to only do what was in my highest good, even if it involved breaking my heart.

I am honored to say that I was rescued by a beautiful Saint Bernard named Turkish, and that his big paw prints will remain on my heart, always. I cherish the thought of being rescued again.


3 thoughts on “From Turkish, with love

  1. William R. Guy says:

    Sandy, Really great story honoring your beloved dog Turkish. I know you really miss him and will never forget him and what he meant to you and Jason.

    Love, Dad

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