Xena hair...

I found a Xena hair on my coat today... It made me sadder than I expected. I can apparently deal with Clara  asking where Xena is when she visits my parents house or - like she did at Thanksgiving this year - saying that it was too bad that Xena died so she couldn't be here, but I can't deal with a single little coarse white hair on my coat.

For anyone reading this who doesn't know me in real life: Xena was my family's dog growing up. She was a little Jack Russel Terrier with a lot of personality... a lot. And Xena was getting very old and my dad had her put down a couple Christmas's ago. Sadly, she did get really bad health-wise sometime around Christmas and we extended her life a bit with the vet's help until after Christmas, but only by a week or so. I cried so much for her and strangely, I still do sometimes... I guess it's not too strange. I did grow up with her. My brother and I would jokingly call her our sister, so technically when she died, I did feel like I lost a sister.

So, This blog post is for you Xena. I miss you. I love you still. RIP