The first day of school. Being the complete geek that I was, I loved the first day of school. All the new school supplies, a new desk full of books filled with information and stories, lockers and friends. School was the one place I've always felt comfortable.
Today was the first day of school for the kiddies, and they took it in stride. I don't think any of them had quite the enthusiasm I used to, but it's all good. Chad is now a 7th grader, Bella is in 3rd, and Ana is in 1st. Everything went exceedingly well.
However, last night, my husband came home from work and found our beloved Ninja had died. Very peacefully. Right next to the back door. It's not like we didn't expect it really. This month he turned 14. But it was still horrible to stomach. We picked him out of a litter of puppies when he was 6 weeks old. Mike and I had been married for about a week. He's been the best dog a person could ask for, and he will be truly missed.
We didn't tell the kids until they came home from school. Just didn't think it was right to tarnish the first day of school for them. They didn't really take it all that well, and I know that's to be expected. I'm sure they will be fine. It's going to take some time to adjust. Man. Ninja has been a part of my every day life for 14 years. It's hard to let go. He was and is one of the family. I just hope he is at peace right now.
(1994 - 2008)