Dear Winston,
How I tried to keep you here for longer than God was willing to let you stay. You were only six months old when you were diagnosed with congenital kidney disease. I ran the tests, bought the food, gave you the shots, but in the end it just wasn’t enough. Please know that if I could have done anything else for you I would have. I often question our last minutes together. Could I have made you more comfortable?
I know you were scared. It took ten minutes for your heart to stop because your anemia was so bad your blood wasn’t carrying the drug to your heart quickly enough. Your little spirit was still trying to fight. I think partly because you knew how much I didn’t want you to go. I look at pictures took towards the end and see how sad and uncomfortable you looked. Did I wait too long? Were you in pain? Please know that although I probably could have made your last minutes easier, in my mind, I love you very much and would give anything to have those last days, hours, and minutes back again. You were tired of the trips
to the vet and suffering, as was I.
It has been over a year and I still cry at times. It took me a month to remove your bed from the foot of my bed. I would lay on it and cry. Your picture is still on the fireplace mantle. You could never be replaced. I love you and miss you my Winston Bear.
You Will Never Be Forgotten,
| Winston |
| 27, Oct 2001 |
| Catherine |