but it seems like just yesterday.
At about this time of the evening, 7 years ago, I had to make the decision to let my "heart dog" go. It was so sudden.....no clue until she refused to eat this evening. Took her immediately to the vet and learned that she was bleeding out internally. I later learned that this was due to hemangiosarcoma of the liver/spleen. I wanted to do all I could to save her life and I remember telling my vet I wanted all to be done that could be done. It was after that statement that she told me that she doubted if Chelsea would make it thru the surgery and even then the odds were not favorable as the cancer had metastasis to the lungs.
It's hard to believe it's been 7 years....especially since I've cried off and on all day today.
I miss you, Chels! But, I know you'll come running to meet me one day at the Bridge.
CHELSEA'S HEART OF GOLD, CGC, CDX, JH
Mommy's Baby Girl and Daddy's Chelser
March 1, 1989 - February 26, 2001
I knew the answer, but I just couldn't say
I know what you'll do, you'll cry
She's still wagging her tail, and she'll probably be fine
But you imagine the worst, and you cry.
Then the vet did the test, and the blood told the tale
You know what it means, and you cry.
Now we could prolong her life briefly, or spare her the pain,
We make our decision, and you cry.
We give her a blanket, but she chooses the cool floor
Her tail's still wagging as she lies, and you cry.
You give her a biscuit, and she gobbles it down,
And she looks for another, and you cry.
Then the time comes, to say our good byes
And we hug her so hard, and we cry.
Chelsea gets her last needle, and she breathes her last breath,
She's off to see Holly, and you cry, (as do I)
You know she's in heaven and it should be a comfort
And it will be, but it's not now, and you cry
Then you cry, and you cry, and you cry and you cry
Til you're all out of tears, then you cry.
Friends and family call, you want to tell how and why
But all you can say is "She's gone", and you cry.
You'll awake the next morning, thinking it was all a bad dream
Then the truth will set in and you'll cry.
You won't want to get up, but the dogs need to be fed
You'll fix one less bowl, and you'll cry.
You'll spot her favorite toy, a chewed on Teddy Bear,
You'll bend down to pick it up, and you'll cry.
Then you'll cry all day long, and the day after that
And the day after that, you'll cry too.
You know you can't recover, your heart will never mend,
But you do, and it does, and you cry
Then the hole in your heart made by Holly, and made deeper by Chelsea,
Will slowly start to heal, and you'll cry
You will tell a few stories, of what a good girl she was.
You'll remember something funny she did and you'll laugh…
and then you'll cry.
Will wrote this poem for me the night we lost Chelsea. When I told him I didn't know he could write a poem, he asked if I wanted to read it. I said "Yes" and he said "You'll cry" ... and I did.Vicky