A close friend's 16-year-old pup died early this month.  This difficult loss was compounded by the fact that the friend just had a knee replacement last month and was still working through physical therapy and learning how to get around. 

This family of three, which became a family of two with the dog's passing, traveled frequently and over the years the dog went on every trip.  She always knew the trips were coming when the suitcases came out.  And wanting to be sure she was not left behind, which was never going to happen, she liked to get into the suitcases to play or even nap.  It became a family tradition. 

After the sweet dog died quietly in her mama's arms, plans were made to bury her.   The family property spreads over many acres and the burial spot for another family dog is not far from the house.  As my friend was still recuperating from a knee replacement, it was difficult for her to physically take care of the burial.  Friends gathered, to give physical help, as well as moral support during a tough time.  They gathered to help dig a hole and say goodbye to a pet who had brought so much joy for so long.  The dog, very appropriately, was buried in her suitcase, a place of great comfort and fun for so many years.

Condolences from friends were appreciated and helpful.  Now, a family vacation which was planned many months ago approaches. As always, they will travel to a resort that welcomes dogs.  Sadly, there will be no dog jumping in and out of the suitcase as the preparations for the trip are made, but the family will be surrounded by friends who will be able to share happy doggy stories from past trips.  That's what friends do.