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A little heart and a little piece of 'me' faded away un-noticed by most just over an hour ago.
My beautiful dog of 11-years passed away in my arms after a long illness of renal failure that was diagnosed at the end of last year. From the point of diagnosis, every day with her was a bonus, and she more than exceeded expectations by living an extra six months.
But for anyone who has lost someone, whether human or beloved pet, when you get six months, you just want another and another and hope against hope that they will live forever. [huh]
These beautiful little creatures give so much to us unconditionally. Yet, at the end of the day I didn't have it within my means to protect her from death, because if I did, I would have.
As I helped her outside (she was so frail and weak she couldn't walk unaided anymore) there was a full moon over the UK last night. As I looked at the moon, it occured to me that this might be the last time it shines upon her. Sadly, I was right.
I'll not rhyme on here, because no one will thank me for it, but just being able to type this out helps in a small way. For all of you out there who have experienced this, this will make some sense, and needless to say, this is an emotional rollercoaster right now and the hurt runs very deep.
Becky, you were a 'wee girl' with a big heart. I miss you my little one...