My little “Baby Girl Dog”,
It’s been over a year since you passed, but I still have a hard time knowing that you are gone. Most of my family and friends don’t understand how much you helped me through some of the most painful times of my life. You were there when my husband Don, my father, brother and others that were close to me died. You were my little comforter when I was grief stricken on the following days. You didn’t understand why I was crying, but you knew that I needed to hold and pet you to help me make it more bearable. There was an instant bonding between us when I first saw you. You were my Mom and Dad’s dog at first, but after I took you to the vet when you were a very sick puppy,
you became mine.
I thought of you again on Sunday, and all I could do was tear up and wonder if I did the right thing by having you put to sleep. The guilt is still there, and I wonder if it will ever go away. I know that you were in pain and had several other problems. I know that the vet would not have put you to sleep if he thought that there was any hope for a better quality of life for you. It’s so lonely without you around. I see your grave every day when I come home, and it hurts so bad to know that you will never greet me again
when I come home.
I wish I would have taken you to Florida with me for your last Thanksgiving, but I didn’t feel like you would be up to the trip because you were in pain. My mom and niece watched you for me, and when I came home, they told me that you were in pain bad. I then knew I had no other choice but to do the most merciful and loving thing that I could do for you, no matter how much it hurt me. I love and miss you so much, Dobby, and I always will.