The last year of her life was filled with poor health, dementia, and loss of hearing. She was a valiant fighter and would always bounce back but a month ago she became too ill and her little body just couldn't fight anymore. On December 6, 2013 we let her go in peace as we were both there holding her little body reassuring her that it was going to be so much better. The hardest part of letting her go has been saying goodbye. It's as if my heart has been thoughtlessly ripped from my body and is being stabbed by sharp knives. Why does this hurt so badly? I miss my little girl....
Monday, December 9, 2013
Saying goodbye
Her life had been an amazing one. She came into our homes in June 1999 through a rescue agency. Not more than 2lbs when we met her as a 6 month old Yorkie. "Sassy" they called her at the rescue and we changed it to P'Nut but as she got older, the name Sassy would have better suited her.
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