Some of you know the story of Mac, the incredible white German shepherd my ex-husband rescued for me when we lost our oldest son to cancer.
That dog brought me back to life and saved me when I was at my lowest, deepest point of suffering.
Mac died when he fell out my truck window onto Highway 80 when the boys and I were coming home from a camping trip.
I remember watching him fall in my rearview mirror and also seeing my 60 pound, 7 year old son desperately trying to hold on to him.
I thought that perhaps my son was falling out the window too.
You can’t imagine the horror I experienced.
My son stayed safely in the car but sadly, Mac was killed while getting off the freeway (10 years to the day after my oldest son died).
We’d just finished up a LOVELY vacation at the Yuba River with my Uncle Donald, Aunt Stacey, and my cousins Jennifer, Travis, Bella, Matt, and Nick.
It was amazing.
Today, I was reminded that when it was my turn to swing on the rope and fall 8 feet into the water, I was chicken.
I didn’t want to jump.
And Mac stood by my side and waited with me while I worked up the courage. . .
And only after I jumped did he follow suit and jump in with me.
He was an amazing dog.
And I feel lucky that I somehow managed to take this picture of him THE VERY MORNING OF THE DAY HE DIED.
The last picture I ever took of him.
And I’d like to think that in the afterlife, he is playing in the water, in the sun, surrounded by family.
I love you Mac. You are not forgotten!