To my baby-dog.
Today was one of the hardest days of my life; making that decission, making that trip to the vet.
It was second only to the day you came into my life; the day you eased my greiving from the loss of my baby son Russell.
You were smuggled into my hospital room, when my dear husband said, “I couldn’t let you come home without a baby.”
And you became my baby.
You eased my pain with your loving eyes, your sweet personality and the funny things you did.
In eight days we would’ve celebrated your 16th birthday. . .11 days before Paige’s 15th.
Paige and Matt have never known a day without you. . .until now.
In your honor, I’m planting a beautiful plant right next to baby Russell’s tree. I’d like to think you’re playing with him now.
Thank you for getting me through that horrible time, and for all the joy you’ve brought me over the last 16 years.
You were a trooper as you aged, lost your eyesight, your hearing, and recently, as you were no longer able to walk.
Through the pain, I’m happy to image you with perfect sight, hearing, and running and playing again like a pup.
I will always remember you sleeping peacefully in my arms as my last memory of you.
Please forgive me.
I love you Schnitzy and I miss you terribly.