May 8th I was off from work, normally I would stay home and spend time with my furry babies.
This day I had planned to go and help with the Susan B. Komen Breast cancer race as a volunteer.
That morning I opened the window, (my first mistake)I turned on the radio for my babies kissed them & left the house. My second mistake.
My Husband came home at Noon(1 1/2 hrs later) and found the back door open and Stella dead on the kitchen floor, he called for Hugh when he did not come he went outside and called the police.
Hugh was found in the living room on the couch stabbed to death. Stella was choked and stomped on.
My life since that day has been a complete nightmare.
They did catch the piece of filth and he is in the local jail.
I have not been able to see my babies since I left them that day because they had to go for autopsies and held for evidence.
The love and support from family, friends and neighbours has been outstanding, but at the end of the day I am feeling so hurt,
empty and sad.
I miss them both so very much and can not believe that they are gone.
I replay their last minutes on this earth in my mind and it tears me apart, that they had to experience such pain and torture is incomprehensible to me.
How can anyone do this to two small lovely babies?