Nancy Drew

I tweeted about this but never wrote about it here. My friend Sarah Grace's dog, a little Corgi named Awesome-O, suddenly passed away a couple weeks ago. (The day after we went to see A Single Man.)

Sweet Awesome-O, may your little body rest in peace

Awesome-O was only two years old. This past Thanksgiving, he got really sick was rushed to the Animal Medical Center. After a lengthy (and expensive) stay, he was diagnosed with something called IMHA (immune mediated hemolytic anemia), a disease in which the body's immune system attacks and kills its own red blood cells. He was put on steroids and seemed to be doing better. But then last Monday morning Sarah heard him shuffling around, so she got up to take him for a walk, and by the time she got his leash and put on her coat, he was gone.

Sarah has been devastated ever since. I mean, I can't even begin to tell you how much she loved this dog. She and her husband don't have kids, and while I'm not saying people without kids love their pets more, I'm just saying... oh, well, maybe I am. No, you know what I mean—our pets become our kids. I'm sure there are a lot of people out there with both kids and pets who feel the same way.

Sarah's blog posts in the wake of Awesome-O's death have been heart-breaking. (If you need a good cry, read Crumbled Heart, Survival of the... Fittest?, and Return to Sender, in that order and don't forget the comments.) In fact, I was a little worried she might not recover. I talked to my mom about it and she told me that the best way to get over the loss of a pet is to get another one. Right away. Even if you don't think you're ready. It's not that you're trying to replace your little baby, but the love from a puppy can help mend even the most broken of hearts.

I told Sarah my mom's advice, but a new pet was out of the question. She didn't think she could handle losing another one, whether it be now or in fifteen years.

But then a couple of days ago Sarah started to see the light at the end of the tunnel. After a lengthy chat with Awesome-O's vet, she realized that she's meant to be a pet mom. (Read Special Delivery, another tear-jerker.)

And now, there's even more good news. I just got a message on my cell phone from Sarah. It says:

11-week-old rescue. Aussie shepherd boxer mix with one blue eye. We named her Nancy Drew.

"Ruff ruff! I eat fingers!"

Could you die at the cuteness?!! Look at her little pink belly!

Yay Sarah Grace! I'm crying as I write this because I'm a dork I'm so happy for you! And for Nancy Drew! She's a lucky little girl to have such a wonderful mommy! (And daddy, Mr. Sarah Grace. I don't mean to leave you out.)