Author: Lyla

I got you when I was 2 months, you were also that age. You were always there for me from day one. You saved me from high fevers when I was a baby. When I was in a crib you would sleep on the floor next to my crib. You were always there for me when I came home crying because of school. You would jump onto my lap, nuzzle into me and look up at me as if you were saying it was going to be okay. We spent every birthday and Christmas together. You used to sleep with me at night, but the only way you would be comfy is when you would be under the blanket and resting your head on me. If I was late for bed you would
already be there waiting for me.

Then Summer 2013 we found out you had a cancerous lump in your abdomen and that it was too late to help you. Then you started having more severe problems so we had to put you down.

Trust me this was the hardest decision of my life. That day you seemed fine. While we walked to the vet’s office you looked up at me and I could tell that you knew something was wrong. We walked in and I immediately broke down into tears because I wasn’t sure if I could do it. They gave you the first needle and you started to fall asleep, then after 10 minutes they came in to give you your final shot. That didn’t go by so smoothly I was holding you and when they gave you the needle your vein collapsed and you screamed. I apologize to you because I could barely mutter a goodbye or an I love you through my tears.
Then you were gone…