Author: Janie
Mitzie by Marian Bonanno / Mamma
My darling Mitzie, I can not express how much I miss you. Sometimes, I just can’t believe you are gone. I thought I had a few more years with you but you got sick so suddenly. I was asleep, then heard you not being able to breath and rushed you to the vet. I had only been up a half an hour and I stood there in shock, holding your body, begging God to wake me from my nightmare. I honestly can’t remember crying as hard as I did as I held your lifeless body.
You had a horrible vet and never will any of my animals ever go to her again. She knew what you meant to me but she didn’t care. I’m doing a bit better but it is SO hard trying to accept you are gone. It’s not fair! You weren’t finished living your life and I was not ready to lose you.
I miss your little piglet snort and you roughing up your bigger brother because he found your stash of milkbones. I loved watching you walk around with a milkbone and watching you sit, with your “Tina Turner” hair all over the place, looking for a spot to hide it. You were so much smaller then your big Yorkie brother but YOU RULED and he knew it.
I sometimes wonder if I will ever get over this. It just seems so wrong that you had to go but I know God is watching over you, sweet dog. It’s just so hard going on without you, Mitzie. You TRULY were my best friend. Thank you for always being there for me. I am just so lost without you. You were one in a million. Go over the Rainbow Bridge.
I will be there someday.
Boo by Marian
Mitzie by Marian Bonanno
Mitzie by Janie
by Marian / Mitzie’s mamma
Mitzie was given to me when she was three and died,in my arms,when she was 11. She was a precious little doll-faced Yorkie and I was absolutely thrilled when she was given to me. We weren’t apart too often. She filled the hole the pain of my life gave me. I loved her so dearly. She slept with me like a teddy bear and could not wit for my husband to finish making his coffee because it meant she could jump in his lap and get her morning “butt scratch”.
She was very smart and self-confident. We took another Yorkie in. He was so abused and was so scared. He was also twice Mitzie’s size. I was worried she would not accept him but she became his little mamma. He was never far from her those first few weeks.
I found my baby one morning, laying on the ground, gasping for air. I rushed her to the vet and was told she had had a heart attack. I had only been awake a half an hour and I hear I’m going to lose my baby. I insisted on staying with her. They did not think it was wise but I refused to leave her. They gave her the shot and she looked at me and licked my cheek,saying good-bye. And then she drifted away.
My hearts was shattered. I could not believe this had happened. I did not have a compassionate vet and she said,”Give her to me. It’s time you go home”. But I wouldn’t let her have her. But they were telling me they were closing and wanted to get home to their families. I yelled at them to leave me alone because I was holding the most precious member of my family. They left the room and I just held her,crying hysterically. I wanted the nightmare to go away.
They finally forced from my arms,showed me the door and locked it behind me,even though it was evident was was in shock and hysterical. No one tried to help me and I had to sit in my car and wait til I could drive.
It’s been a year and a half now. I’m crying now but it’s the first time in a long time. But there is this void I can not fill. I love my other Yorkie but Mitzie and I were connected differently. She was just so special,really. I sometimes can’t believe my baby is gone. I don’t cry in front of my husband because he says it’s time I get over it.
What he could never understand is it will never be over. I will always think of her with tremendous love and I will always
miss her with all my heart.
Mitzie by Janie / Mama
8 years ago, a friend of mine gave me this sad little 3 year old Yorkie. Her owner said she went or he did. She gave her to my friend and she gave her to me. From the moment I saw her, I knew she was special. She had such intelligent eyes. She was frightened because life as she knew it had changed…..for the better.
Mitzie and I bonded immediately. She was with me through some really bad times. I loved her so much. It seems like she was always with me, even sleeping in my arms like a teddy bear at night. She was a very quiet Yorkie, never barked and she was super smart. God let me have her for 8 years and she died at age 11 of heart failure. It all happened very fast and I didn’t have anyone with me at the vets when they said she had to be put to sleep. She looked me in the eyes with such
a look of love and quietly passed away.
My heart broke right there on the spot and I cried so hard, I was almost hysterical. I did not have a compassionate vet. She left me all alone with my now dead beautiful little dog. When she came back, she took Mitzie’s body from me and laid her on the table. Then, she took my arm and led me out of the room. I looked over my shoulder just to see her one last time and the vet stepped into my line of vision. She told me,”Your dog is dead. THE DOG IS DEAD. Now, it’s time for you to go”. It was like she shot me right through the heart. I will never forgive her for denying me one last look at my precious baby. That was 6 months ago. I don’t cry as often as I did but I can’t seem to get rid of this terrible sadness.
I miss her so much, it hurts. Everyone says I have changed but I don’t bring my dog up. I get,”Geez, you are still upset over HER?” They could not possibly understand how I feel so I never bring her up. But, every night, when I go to bed, I lay silently with tears running down my cheeks quietly so my husband can’t hear me. He thinks I should be
over it by now.
I am getting counseling but sometimes I remember my sweet little baby and my heart breaks all over again. I just feel her loss so deeply. Everyone just loved her. You couldn’t NOT love her. And I will always miss her with all of my heart.