“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.” 🧡🧡
I sang that tune to Penny so many times over the last 12 years…not only because she was my sunshine, but because she always responded to my voice. Truthfully, I talked to her more than any human except for Mom. Twelve years ago this week, I adopted Penny from a rescue shelter in Maryland. I actually took another Aussie mix home with me first; but within 24 hours, I knew she couldn’t co-exist with my cats. Penny (who they were calling ‘Angelica’) had only been at the shelter for a month; she had heartworm and was still going through treatment. But she was sweet and happy and enthusiastic and ready to go!
We were inseparable from the beginning. Everywhere I went, other than work or Sunday church, Penny went with me. When I adopted her, I lived in a townhouse in the Connecticut woods. We walked and climbed and explored and hiked all over the area. She had a TON of energy, so she kept me moving. From long trail runs to woodsy hikes to wide-open parks to road trips and even the weekly grocery shopping, she couldn’t wait for our next adventure. She loved being in the car and didn’t mind waiting for me to finish the errands. She always knew I would find a place for her to jump out and zoom around.
Boy, could she run! Penny would stretch out full speed to chase a ball or neighborhood squirrels or ME! When she wasn’t looking, I would sneak behind a soccer goal or softball dugout or the car, and we raced around and around until she caught me. She was always barking, and I was always laughing out loud. No doubt people thought we were crazy, ha.
Penny ADORED the sand and the snow! The happiest moments in her life came during beach getaways and snowstorms. Her favorite activity was to stop, drop and ROLL over and back multiple times. When she scrambled upright, she would promptly plunge her face into the sand or snow. When she raised her head, it was piled up on her nose and stuck to her face. After every beach trip, it took me weeks to get all the sand out of her coat, but it was worth the effort for her joy.🤩
It didn’t matter how brutal the cold or bitter the winds; Pen still wanted her walks. Our second winter in New Jersey, we had several feet of snow dumped on us in February. It didn’t melt for weeks because of the cold. I will never forget our chilliest dog walk of all time: in -27 degree wind chills! Of course, Pen was trotting around like it was the middle of spring. The neighbors called me “last man standing” since nobody else would brave those temps. The colder and snowier, the better for my crazy canine. I hadn’t seen Pen drop and roll in the snow or the grass (another favorite pastime) in more than a year…until last month. She did both, and she was in her element. I couldn’t help but giggle at her, like always.
Since Pen was always game for adventure, we traversed the country and traveled up and down the eastern seaboard for 12 years. Vacations, long weekends, work trips and holidays–she always had the whole back seat along with her blankets and supplies. Four round trips to Houston (3400 miles); countless jaunts to the DC area; Richmond; Baltimore; Atlanta more than once; Boston, New Hampshire, Rhode Island and the rest of New England; northeast Ohio; western New York; a pair of vacations in North Carolina and three to South Carolina. I loved going places with my girl! About four years ago, I bought a ramp to help her in and out of the car. After a few days of refusing to go anywhere near it, she decided to be brave and follow where her mom led her.
I am SO thankful I didn’t know my life and career would take a drastic turn at the end of 2012. Just nine months after I adopted Penny, we left Connecticut and moved to the New York City metro when I accepted the CBS Sports Radio gig. If I had any clue about the upheaval and change and chaos awaiting us, I would have delayed adding a dog to the family. But God knew I needed her, so His timing was perfect.❤️
That was far from His only gift through my incredible dog. Penny walked with me through the toughest 10 years of my life: new job, new city, new church, four different moves, upside down schedule, Mom’s relocation to Texas, holidays away from family, solo vacations, solo pandemic, the loss of Grammy Helen, the death of several close friends and an 18-year-old cat (Penny’s BFF), and the kind of loneliness that felt like a heavy weight. She made it a little easier.
Calm, sweet, sensitive, funny, loyal and happy–every time I opened the door to our house or apartment, her enthusiastic greetings and the hugs (she tolerated them) gave me perspective and joy. The load was always lighter with Penny. Taking care of her and the rest of the zoo gave me purpose and prevented me from focusing too much on myself. She rarely left me alone. She was almost always hot on my heels, watching and paying attention, especially after she lost her hearing. Instead of listening, that smarty-pants learned my hand signals.
With her “dogged” commitment and determination, she would have followed me anywhere. But the last six months, it became tougher and more challenging for my sweet girl. Because she would NEVER give up or stop trying, I had to make the painful decision to say good-bye. As much as I cried, I will always cherish the final week with her. Knowing what was coming, I showered her with extra love and affection and care and prayed earnestly she could hear me talking to her until the last seconds.
Penny ran my life and my schedule for 12 years. Since I found her right before I moved to New Jersey, I don’t know a routine here without her. I am so thankful she is no longer struggling, but this hole in my heart may never be filled. Honestly, I’m not sure I want to fill it. Pen was special and unique, the perfect puppy for me. God hand-picked her for me because He knew exactly what I needed. There will never be another Penny.💔
As I’ve shared with family and friends, I am amazed by how many people loved her. That includes my husband. He and Penny bonded from their first meeting. She gave me her approval right away. In fact, she may have enjoyed his company more than mine over her final six months.❤️ Last week came the revelation that losing her would have been infinitely more difficult without him (and his puppy) in the house now. Pen kept going and took care of me until she knew I wasn’t alone anymore.
“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” (Bible verse from James 1:17)