Likes: Her Michigan bed, Ear scratches, Her baby sis Haylee
Pet-Peeves: Her sisters Elsie and Maggie, people at the door, cleaning her ears
Favorite Toy: Haylee. She doesn't like dog toys. She is above all that.
Favorite Food: Sam's Yams
Favorite Walk: anywhere things can be sniffed
Best Tricks: Hiding her food EVERYWHERE. Like in my shoes. That hurts by the way.
Arrival Story: Being the youngest daughter my father could never deny me anything. :) After I received an award in school I called my father (who was out of town) and guilted him into letting me get a puppy. At the pound I was adamant that I would NOT get the first puppy I held. I would look at all of them. That was until 8 week old Taylor stole my heart. She was named by my close friend who died a few months later. My then boyfriend thought the name Taylor was a great choice being that is was his last name. Well she is now Taylor Taylor as I married my high school sweetheart. She is loyal and would die for us. She is my rock.
Bio: **** Taylor wen tot the bridge in October only 4 days after being diagnosed with cancer. I felt as though my soul were ripped out of my body. I miss her soooooo much. ****
She has thyroid disease and dirty ears!! She is also having some "issues" with her two sisters Maggie and Elsie. However, she LOVES her baby sis Haylee. They play for hours. She lost her battle with cancer on 10/26. We will forver love and miss her. She was the best.
Forums Motto: Seriously, I am NOT getting that for you
Exaclty 1 year and 13 days ago my world as I knew it came to an end. It was the last day I would get to hold you, pet you, and cover you in kisses. It was the day I lost my best friend.
I held you as the vet gave you the injection to calm you. I sobbed and asked him to stop. He placed the Iv in your forearm and pulled back the plunger to administer the medicine. I told him I wasnt ready, that it wasnt time. He didnt even get the medicine in because the vein blew. He apologized and said he would use another vein. I told him it didnt matter you were already gone.
I actually felt you leave. I felt the heaviness in your body and I felt your spirit pass through me. Even though I wasnt ready, you were. You left as you lived......on your own terms. He didnt even get to inject the medicine. He was so shocked but I wasnt. You did it for me. You knew I couldnt stand to wonder if I had done the right thing. So you left of your own free will. You did it for me.
I have not grieved until this moment. In the last year and 13 days the mere mention of your name would bring tears and shortness of breath and I would stop the memory from coming. I literally did not allow myself to hurt or feel the pain. It was to intense and I knew it would consume me. I would fall asleep pretending you were in your crate next to my bed. I would close my eyes and dream of how we grew up together. How you saved my life more times than I can count. How you are part of the reason I am alive today. You were my rock through times that would break most people.
I am ready. I am ready to let you go. Not for me but for you. So that your memory can bring me smiles and laughter. So that your legacy will be of joy and not pain. So that I may remember all the wonderful times we had and how you were the canine version of me. I will do this for you.