My name is Amy. My husband and I got Frisky a beautiful 4 lb.

Pomeranian from a backyard breeder who was “getting rid of her” because

she could no longer produce puppies. Frisky was 7 years old when we

brought her home and she was covered in fleas. The previous owners said

they had had her spayed a month prior but where the incision had been

made was dried up blood. They didn’t even clean her after the stitches

were removed. Since she had never had any vaccinations we took her to

our vet immediately. He said her teeth were almost all rotten and

cleaning wouldn’t do much good but we did it twice yearly anyway. We

noticed right away that Frisky was afraid of men and we hoped to change

that. In the 5 years that we were blessed to have her she did come out

of her shell somewhat but we were really the only ones who noticed that.

Frisky was my “soul mate” as far as dogs go. She followed me everywhere

she slept next to me every night and she did the cutest little dance when I sang to her.

In January 1998 she started crying in the night and sometimes when she

barked she would cry. I took her to the vet and they suspected a

ruptured disk in her neck. I said go ahead with the mylegram and they

did surgery to repair the ruptured disk in her neck in Feb. Over that

weekend she got worse and couldn’t even stand up or use the bathroom or

lift her head. We took her to the emergency room and they gave her

fluids and expressed her bladder and we visited her all weekend. That

next Monday we took Frisky to an orthopedic specialist who explained

that he wouldn’t have performed the surgery that way. He suggested

another mylegram and possibly another surgery. We went ahead with that

because we just wanted to see her on her feet again. It was a long

recovery but it was in April that she stood again for the first time

since the surgeries. The specialist explained that the surgery was not

a “sure thing” and we continued to take it day by day. Frisky didn’t

fully recover; she walked with a limp but she was able to get around on

her own and I was happy she was better.

It has been about 7 months since the first surgery and last week Frisky

started showing signs of the same kind of pain. She cried in bed at

night a lot and when she turned her head too fast you could see the pain

it caused. She always let me know she was hurting by crying.

The specialist said we could try another surgery but Frisky was 12

years old and my husband and I decided we just couldn’t put her through

anymore. So two days ago we took her to the vet and had her put to sleep.

She died in my arms hearing my voice feeling my kisses.

This is the first time I have lost a pet. I never had pets as a child,

but a sweet cockapoo named Domino found his way to my heart 6 1/2 years

ago and I couldn’t stop my love for dogs. Now that Frisky is gone we

just have 6 dogs: 2 cockapoos 2 pugs and 2 Japanese chins.

We brought Frisky’s body home to show the other kids that she was gone.

We could tell they understood what we were telling them. I took her

body to a pet cemetery yesterday and had her cremated. I have made a

little shrine to her on a shelf that contains her collar a tooth she had pulled

on her first dental visit her urn and the best picture I ever took of her.

I am sorry to make this so long but Frisky was such a major part of my

life. I depended on her to be there and she always was. I am having a

very difficult time coping with the reality of this whole thing. We chose to

have dogs instead of children and that means my dogs are my children.

I am sad distraught depressed physically ill and lost without Frisky.

I don’t know if you have any advice. Everyone says she is in a better

place and not suffering but that doesn’t bring me much relief. I just

want her back so I can hold her and kiss her and pet her.

Another thing I realized is that with 6 other dogs I will have to go

through this torture many more times. I am glad I found this website,

because I really needed an outlet for what I have been feeling these

past several days. I don’t believe that this pain will ever go away.

Thank you for listening.

Frisky’s Mom,

Amy Miller