by Corinne Thalheimer
It has been 21/2 weeks... I thought it would get easier, but now I am realizing it hasn't been some bad dream. You are really gone my sweet girl and I am still crying. I keep seeing you laying on your blanket at the vets...too weak to move. You couldn't even lift your head, but you knew I was there. The same place I picked you up to give you an new life....the same place I returned you 3 years later , only this time to say good-bye. You layed on your blanket and Claudette gave you a sedative. Your eyes followed mine. You knew you were going as I held your daintly little paws that I loved so much. Your tail was moving a little...as you were responding to my touch. That terrible disease took your life so fast...I couldn't let you suffer. During your 4 days of being sick, I kept waiting for you to get better. But you knew. You knew the antibiotics were not going to help. That is why you went into hiding....so you could go and die and not be a bother. But I would never let you die on your own. Once we found out it was leukemia...I took you back to the vet to be with you to the end. You were such a loving girl and I miss you more and more each day. You had to leave me, but I wasn't ready to leave you. I love and miss you dearly.