How long can a broken heart last?

      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.
   

Missy was a rescued dog. She only had  one eye because who ever had her and her litter mates abused them. I wasn't looking for a dog. I just happened to be in Pet's Mart because I just liked looking at the critters there. That day the Franklin County Shelter group was there. I talked to Pat her foster mom. All the other puppies and dogs were getting all the attention. All her litter mates were adopted. No one was looking at her. As soon as I saw this little girl with the swollen eye (because of the surgery)  My heart melted. I felt so sorry for her I wanted to give her a home. So within a week we brought this little one eyed puppy home.

 Missy was such a good dog. She got along with the cats and  my Budgies.  She was my constant companion and my little puppy no matter how big she got.

      I miss the sound  her collar made when the tags jingled together. I miss our sit down and scratch her back at the top of the stairs time, and how happy she was when we came home..  Her begging for treats. Laying in front of the fireplace. Her rooting around in her picnic basket for just the right toy and wanting to play. She slept by my bed, I would always pet her and say good night. 

Now her bed is empty and my heart is broken.

 

I was blessed to have her in my life.

 

MISSY 

June 21 2013