Life suddenly got real hard for my dearest sweetheart this weekend, and we decided it was time to let her go. I wasn't ready. I thought I was, but I wasn't. My eyes are blurred with tears as I write this, even though I know it was time.
She had an amazingly long and happy life, and would have been 19 in March. She was a pet shop puppy, lively and tough, fierce and loving -- an avid ball player before she lost her eye sight to Progressive Retinal Atrophy, unashamed lover of baby rats and kittens, cat wrestler.
She loved all of you, my friends who knew her, and I know you'll miss her as much as I do. The house seems so empty, all her usual haunts devoid of her presence. I miss my baby.
Current mood: crushed.