she is gone. She passed away during the night. I woke to find her lying on the kitchen floor. Such a sweetheart.
The vet kept saying she was better.
I kept thinking she was sicker than he said. He was just being optimistic.
Turns out I was right and he was wrong.
When she wouldn’t eat her biscuit Friday nite I was really worried. She LOVES biscuits and can eat them by the dozen literally.
She was a happy dog. When I got her she weighed 75 lb. skin and bones. We worked hard to fatten her up. She got up to 104 lb. 0She and I fixed that. Life was good on the river. And she enjoyed it. The neighbors thought her name was Biscuit because the only way she would come was if I shook a bag of biscuits and called Biscuit. I know she’s waiting for me over the rainbow bridge. My beautiful velvet girl.
Did you say Biscuit?!
I just wish she had stayed longer.
I will see you again girl! Xoxoxox Mom