It’s been 2 weeks already since you went to the bridge and the hole you left in my heart is still there. When I was first told about you my answer was originally “I’m full I can’t take on another dog” but when I heard at a year old you spent 23 hours a day in a tiny carrier I made room for you. The original plan was to rehabilitate you and then send you to your forever home. I drove to meet your former owner and you arrived in a tiny blue carrier. She never shed a tear just handed the carrier to me and drove away. I put the carrier in the car and took the top off and there you were looking up at me with those big brown eyes of yours. That is when you grabbed my heart.
Less than a week later you had your first seizure which scared the hell out of me and I think it did you too. But I continued to hold you on my lap and talk to you until you started to recognize me again. The next day we took the trip to the vets to find out what was going on. His answer was to run blood work and wanting to run a cat scan. When I told him no to the cat scan he said the kindest thing I could do was to let you go to the bridge since you also didn’t have much control of your back legs. But I refused to listen and told him that I would not do that you were only a year old and I was not willing to give up that easily.
That is when I made the decision that I would be your forever home. Slowly you started to come around and although you continued to have seizures every 10 days nothing changed the fact that you loved everyone and everything you came in contact with. You were my constant companion. Many cold winter nights we would cuddle on the couch and you would snuggle under the blankets with me. Always greeting me with kisses and a dance when I came home from work. Then 6 years ago your daddy reentered our life and
you warmed right up to him too.
The first few months weren’t easy as now you had competition for my attention but you happily followed Dad every where too. Slowly we started working on getting your medication right and you went from having seizures every 10 days to once a month to every 6 months. Finally we had it under control only to be hit with the fatal diagnosis of Autoimmune Hemolytic anemia. We were told you had 4 to 6 months but you proved everyone wrong. You had such love for me and your daddy that you kept on fighting and even went into remission for a short period of time. Then this summer you started to act funny again and this time your numbers kept dropping.
Yet no matter how awful you felt you still gave kisses and did your little dance for us. Until 2 weeks ago when you didn’t want to eat, and couldn’t even sit up. You just looked at me with those brown eyes that I fell in love with 8 years ago as if to say it was time. It was the hardest decision we have ever had to make Jack and one that
I know had to be made.
You went to work with me and everyone said their goodbyes and you gave them big kisses. Sue followed us home and the entire ride home you slept. I brought you into the house and laid you down with your head on my lap and kissed you for the final time. As you passed over to the rainbow bridge you had this look on your face that seemed to be saying thank you mom I love you. We love you Jack Attack and miss you so very much. Until we walk across the bridge together we will miss you
With lots of Love,
| Tammy Hatch |