I got to go and pick you out of a litter of 6. You and your bothers and sisters were on the floor in a little pile. I was sitting in a chair about 5 feet from you and you managed to find your way over to me. You were so adorable. Your eyes weren’t even open yet. I had to wait 5 more weeks before I could pick you up and take you home with me.I had you since you were 7 weeks old. You were so playful and
full of energy.
We would go alot of places together. When you were 8 or 9 years old. I noticed a little bump on your belly. It grew very slowly. When it got to be a large gumball size I took you to the vet. They told me it was breast cancer. I had the choice of having it surgically removed off of you, but chances were it would come back. The vet said to me, with her age I wouldn’t spend the money to have it removed.
As the years went on, the tumor gradually got bigger and bigger. You didn’t want to play as much anymore and you laid around alot. Who could blame you, my babygirl wasn’t feeling up to par anymore. Your tumor got to the size of a softball and it was becoming hard for you to walk for very long. I know you couldn’t help it because it was extra weight on you. You weren’t use to carrying.
Then one Sunday and 12:00 we were coming up from outside and when you got upstairs, you went over to be by yourself and kept licking, licking and licking your tumor. I got over to you to see what was going on and the tumor had broken open and you were trying to take care of it. I called the vet and he told me to prepare myself that I would probably have to lay you to rest. I made an appointment for later in that day and I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I called the vet back and cancelled the appointment. I wrapped your sore up so you would quit licking it, but that didn’t help to much because it was seeping so badly.
The next morning I got up and looked at you and you were soaking wet from your sore. I called the vet and they told me that it has to be done, it will only make it more miserable for Cierra and she would get very sick if she continued to lick her tumor.So… I scheduled an appointment
to have her lay to rest.
I bought flowers for you and had a nice warm blanket to lay you down on. It was the worst experience I had gone through in all my life. I cried for days when you left me. I missed you so much and couldn’t get your precious face out of my mind. I took you from the vet and we drove to papa’s moms and dad’s house and we buried you in their backyard. Safe and sound.
I sprinkled different seeds on your grave so there would be beautiful flowers by you in the springtime. And there was. You will never be forgotten, and I will always love my baby Cierra. Love your momma.