At 2:00am on July 4th, one of the brightest stars in my life winked out. Our beloved dog, Shar, died in her sleep on our bed of unknown causes. She was 10 years old.
Shar was a dog who loved everything. She loved riding in cars. She loved going for walks. She loved pizza, hummus, and broccoli. She loved going to the vet. She loved to do anything as long as we were doing it, which made making out difficult sometimes. She loved all our friends and family, and they loved her. She was even starting to love some of the dogs in the neighborhood. She was all smiles, and ready for anything.
Her tail only stopped wagging when she was hurt, or in trouble, which both rarely happened.
We rescued Shar from the Franklin County Dog Shelter in 2006. She climbed in James’ lap the second we met, and we knew we were a match. I was nervous waiting in line that someone else would snatch her up, so I calmed myself by thinking of names for our new dog. So by the time she was in the car, we had a name for her — with her black fur, black eyes, and black tongue she would be named for the Dungeons & Dragons goddess of shadows, Shar.
She was nothing like her sullen, evil, conniving namesake. Well, maybe she was a little bit conniving; she would play with us only long enough to lead us to the cookie jar, and would only come inside for exactly the treat she wanted. But we always fell for her bright eyes, her great smile, and her amazing, “Let’s go guys!” personality.
Shar was more than a dog, she was a great friend. The kind of friend who didn’t judge you for getting up past noon. The kind of friend who needed you as much as you needed her. Shar was the only dog I’ve ever been around where the relationship was reciprocal, she gave as good as she got.
And now, she’s gone — suddenly, and without forewarning. Although the Why hurts so much I’m sick to my stomach, I know there are no more fireworks or phone notifications for her anymore. No more thunderstorms or me practicing guitar. Shar has nothing more to fear, only peace, quiet, and all the sleeping in she can get.
I can live with that.
We love you Shar.
- Jordan, James