I'm not ready. I'm not ready to tell you our last "Goobyes". I'm not ready to give you your last "Good girl". Im not ready to not have you throw yourself at me when you want some butt Scratches, I'm not ready to wake and not see your little happy dance/potty dance. I'm not ready to walk into stores alone, worrying about what happens if I faint. I'm not ready to not hear your paws running down the stairs, as I call your name. I'm not ready to not have you get up and do your happy dance when I ask you "Do you wanna work?". I'm not ready to go on all my walks to the park alone. Im not ready to not see you tilt your head when I say treat, or car ride, or food. I'm not ready to sleep alone. I'm not ready to not have you run around the backyard like a crazy dog, doing your morning "zoomies". Im not ready to not have you freak out when My aunt comes over to see you.Im not ready to not have you instantly forget personal space when I have food. Im not ready to have to tell your doggy friends, they won't be playing with you anymore. But seeing you laying on my floor on Friday, dying, made me realize that this isn't about what I'm ready for. This is happening no matter what I do. This is about how much you suffer. But You are happy right now, and in no pain, so for now, we're both okay. I'll keep you guys updated on Kyas health and situation. The day she dies, is the day I lose part of my heart and soul.
Last Christmas was our last Christmas with our sweet Bella who passed away Jan 9th this year of Lymphoma. She was born near or on Christmas day 2004 and it was obviously her favorite holiday. As soon as we put up our tree, she would spend most all day in that room each year. She loved to wear her Santa suit and play among ripped wrapping after all the gifts were open. This Christmas she will be sorely missed. I never really wanted a dog, I'm allergic, and agreed to get her from the shelter for our girls. But I was her human; she followed me everywhere, was my constant companion, unconditional friend, and protector. This dog stole my heart. She played well with all other dogs of any age, she was so smart, loved car rides & walks, and had a way of smiling when she seemed happy. She was so soft & pranced when she walked. How I miss her!! She is very sick in this pic & only had a few days left to live, but we showered her with love and all her favorite things!! . . . #mydog #rip #sorrow #mixedbreed #partpitbull #partlab #sweetdog #rescuedog #dogsofinstagram #morethanapet #seniordogs