Terri and Lucy
Active Member
She was my best friend, my constant companion, my baby, my teacher, my nurse. We lived, loved, and fought together for 20 years and 7 months. She made me laugh, she healed my heart when it was broken, she nursed me when I was sick. Fly free my beautiful, beautiful, feisty girl. You will be in my heart forever.
I don't know many people here on FDMB anymore but I wanted to thank everyone who helped me keep my beautiful, special girl healthy for 7 years as a diabetic. In the end, her kidneys gave out, and she made it very clear that she didn't want to be here any longer. Two years ago, when I was diagnosed with cancer, her vet and I thought she would be leaving at anytime. But she rallied and took care of me for those many months when I was a bit of a zombie; she gave me her strength and her healing purrs and kept me from wallowing in self pity. I could not have come through the experience as well as I did without her. In one sense, her decision to leave seems like her vote of confidence that I am well enough to take care of myself again. So it was my turn to make the hard decision to sacrifice my wishes to give her what she needed. She left the world the way she lived in it--on her own terms but with a little bit of help.
Walking in the door and not hollering out "I'm home honey" is going to take me a while to adjust to. Leaving and not telling her when I will be returning is second nature and a habit I wish I didn't have to break. The house is just more empty than I can possibly describe. She filled up my home and my heart with her indomitable spirit. People say they have a broken heart all the time, but this time, it really physically feels broken.
I don't know many people here on FDMB anymore but I wanted to thank everyone who helped me keep my beautiful, special girl healthy for 7 years as a diabetic. In the end, her kidneys gave out, and she made it very clear that she didn't want to be here any longer. Two years ago, when I was diagnosed with cancer, her vet and I thought she would be leaving at anytime. But she rallied and took care of me for those many months when I was a bit of a zombie; she gave me her strength and her healing purrs and kept me from wallowing in self pity. I could not have come through the experience as well as I did without her. In one sense, her decision to leave seems like her vote of confidence that I am well enough to take care of myself again. So it was my turn to make the hard decision to sacrifice my wishes to give her what she needed. She left the world the way she lived in it--on her own terms but with a little bit of help.
Walking in the door and not hollering out "I'm home honey" is going to take me a while to adjust to. Leaving and not telling her when I will be returning is second nature and a habit I wish I didn't have to break. The house is just more empty than I can possibly describe. She filled up my home and my heart with her indomitable spirit. People say they have a broken heart all the time, but this time, it really physically feels broken.