![]() She was her piglet self wanting them and guarding them. I bought her two different kinds of butter cookies last night that she really liked. She was for a moment a puppy as she dried off rolling on her back on the carpet to dry. She loved being clean and having her bed clean. She got a bath today, something she loved. We had our own language.Īnd although I'm hysterical from grief right now, I needed to write this tonight. I knew every look and what it meant and I knew what every bark meant. I had grown up protecting my brother from being picked on for his disability so this was nothing new to me. I just wanted to make this little deformed, emotionally traumatized dog happy. I worried about her so much for so long, I don't know how I'll not worry about her. The bravest I've ever seen. She even had her head raised. She wasn't scared anymore and she was brave. I knew I had to say goodbye because I couldn't let her die like Rugby by arresting. The vet recommended letting her go. Her stomach was full of blood and she was bleeding internally. She became instantly lethargic and I took her temp and checked her gums which were grey. And tonight as I sit here in shock, hysteria and disbelief, I had to say goodbye and kiss her soft as kitten fur for the last time.Īs with every death I experience, it happened so fast. Exactly 12 years ago to the exact today, I kissed and held Comet for the first time.
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