by Amy Ussery
My baby is such a special little lady, everyone who knows her,knows how special she is. We were moving and we did not even know her mom Poopsie was even pregnant. We were cleaning out the garage and there in a clothes basket was this tiny little thing in the middle of the clothes, so that is where she began her journey.
She was just three weeks old when her momma got out and ran across the road in a park, and a very cruel man drove his truck into the park and intentionally ran her down, with my daughter watching.
They called me to come home,my husband could not go to the park to pick her up because he loved her so and he just knew she was dead
But when I passed her along the street , I could tell she was still
alive so my father-law and I went down to get her,and we took her to the vet. They said she could live but that her back was broke and she
would not be able to function on her own from day to day without their
help, So we had to do what was right for her.
So here we were with this tiny baby,without her momma. I promised
her when I got home that I would take care of her and be her momma.
Now we had a cat that just had kittens, and for some reason she seemed
to know that this baby was without her mother, so she took her in and
raised her as one of hers.So my little girl grew,And she even took on
some ways of a cat. She was so funny,just a fat little ball of fur with the shortest little legs that everytime she walked she would fall
over because she was to fat for her little legs to carry her, So that
is how she got her name.
My darling little baby became just that, she was my baby. She wrapped
all of us right around her little paw. She was so spoiled, and such a character. She is a cross between a poddle and a pom.So she was a funny looking little dog, She had the body of a poodle and the hair of a pom. But she grew to be such a beautiful little dog.
When she was about two she came down with chemical hepititus. I woke
up on mourning and both of her eyes were completly white, I did not know what to do, I knew we could not afford to take her to the vet,
but I also knew if we did'nt she would die. So we fought that battle
and she came through it, the only thing was after that she was always
licking at the air, it was like her tounge was to long to stay in her mouth, and she got cold real easy, so at night she would crawl up under the covers and sleep right at my butt to stay warm.
Then when she was four someone was not watching and she got out and
wandered off, I was completly heartbroke. I could not find her anywhere . We live in the country so she could have been anywhere but
we could not find her. So my husband went out and bought me my Elvis,
he was a five week old pom , I fell instantly in love with him. But
the very next day my daughter-law called us at our restaurant and said
Fatso was laying in our garden, So I drove home and there she was,all
broken and bloody,so I picked her up and wrapped her in a blanket and took her to our restaurant. We could not find a vet to take her to at that time so I cleaned her up and tried to go back to work,But we had Elvis in the back office and I do not think that really impressed her
she thought we had replaced her, And she was in such pain that all she
did was cry, So we sent for our youngest son to sit with her, and poor
little Elvis had to go elsewhere. When we were able to take her to the vet it seems that she had been attacked by two Rottwiellers, and the only thing that saved her was they were on chains, every bone almost was broken and she had a hole by her major artery in her neck
that you could stick your finger in it. But my baby drug herself across about ten acres to get home.
So that was another battle for her.
Then bless her heart she had more to go. About three years ago she developed a large knot on her neck,so here we go again, and on top of that she had to have an emergency hysterectomy. So in the process they found alot of little tumors in her milk glands they tested and said they were just fatty tumors so we did not worry, but the one on her neck grew and grew, so back to the vet.Then it was cancer, but the fact that she was twelve years old they said that probably old age would get her first, well if that is not enough old age took over
she ran into a bush and got an infection in her eye, so there it went,
then she came up with artheritus and cataracts in her other eye,but she has still fought. You would think that she would have gave up a long time ago, but not my stuborn funny face little baby. But now she
will be fourteen years old next month, and she has really began to go
completly down hill. My husband and I took her on what will be her last trip, only to bring her home with the intentions of doing what is right for her.But my husband is a truck driver, so he had to leave
right back out knowing he will never see her again. But how do I take
that step ,I have a little garden in my yard which is a memorial to my
baby Elvis, who was also killed by this man's two pit bull's that he allowed to run loose,and they came in my yard on day and ripped him from his chain and killed him when he was ten years old.Then my daughter had a German Shephard that she rescuded from certain death,
because some heartless soul dumped her out and the pound was coming
after her,But my daughter and Baby formed and instant bond,and a man
from the pound almost got his butt whipped trying to take her, She had her for seven years before she died, Then there is my son's Fraser
who as a puppy was dumped out too, When he died four years later Jeremy asked if he could bring him home,to be with Elvis and Baby and
then eventually my Fatso. It is a beautiful little garden, we have a
headstone for Elvis and angels for all three, a plaque for Fraser all
waiting to be completed with my angel in waiting. I have a swing and my Husband built a patio so I could sit there and talk to them ,But
I can not bring myself to put my baby to sleep, Just the thought of life without her sometimes is almost unbearable. I have asked God for the strength and I have told her it was okay to go if it would be
easier for her but I still can't. Just the thought of putting her in the ground,and not ever seeing her again is keeping from doing what
I need to do .I know that I am being selfish and it is not fair to
her,but how do I do it? She is my baby , but not my only one,I have a
little pom. named Jesse and he is such a pest,but without him, I won't
get through the inevitable.But, God! Help me how do I do it.
I wrote this in hope of getting some answers but I still don't have the courage.Please help me,give me the strength. For my precious baby
whom I love so much, help me.