I'm going to miss this girl. I am still so sad after finding out my dog had a huge mass by her heart. She was having trouble breathing and seemed to lose weight even though she was eating. She just wasn't herself. So we took her to the vet. Some things you just never want to hear. Nothing they could do. Only 2% chance she might survive the surgery. She was 11 years old. Always healthy till this. Having to say goodbye is so difficult. There was no chance of getting better and she would just suffocate to death. I did not want her to suffer through that. I held her till she took her last breath.
She was with me when my mom was sick. One of the last few words my mother spoke was to Missy, telling her she was a good dog. And when I spent the last few months with my father she was there with me. Giving me her doggy shoulder to cry on. She followed me every where I would go. Always close by, under my sewing table, a few times she laid on the sewing machine peddle and the machine would start sewing really fast until I could get her off of it. It wasn't easy to get a 60 lb. sleeping dog to move.
My son and daughter in law got this little guy for me. I named him Murphy , he is a 4 1/2 month old rescued kitty. He is a Russian Blue, totally adorable, cuddly and a ball of energy. My dog and him get along great. I also have a new laptop from my hubby. My daughter and son in law got me a beautiful rose and flower pot. Lots of great food and cakes. Best of all just being together with all the family.
Murphy named for St. Patty's day and my Irish Appalachian roots. In the pic above he has my camera strap in his mouth. He is a hard subject to photograph.