Another Christmas without you.

Time does not heal some wounds. Merry Christmas my furry kid angel.

Merry Christmas to my Monkey Face

I can't believe that you have been gone so long. You were my best friend, my guardian angel, and my furry kid.

You were found in the snow by a Christmas Tree when you were just a baby. Know that I am thinking about you Cupcake.

Everyone who met you fell in love with you. I've had a number of dogs in my life, but there was something very different about you.

When I once asked my sister why losing you was so agonizing, she said Cupcake wasn't a dog, she was a kid.

Mommie loves you baby girl.

Still miss you.........

Still miss you baby girl......always will.
Love,

Mommie

Always missing you.

I think about you all the time Cupcake.........especially now. Going through some very rough times, more so than ever. I wish you were here. When you were still with us, and your "daddy" had a bad day, remember I used to say to him "well, Cupcake loves you, so it's all good" :)
I miss "morning huggies", I miss you always knowing when I was holding something inside.........

Why do I feel like my CHILD died?

One year ago.......

My God, it's so hard to believe that my baby girl has been gone for a year now.
This time of the year is so very very hard. 7 years ago I lost my grandfather in March. 6 years ago I lost my mom to cancer in March. My little cupcake died on this day in March a year ago - and now my older sister has been diagnosed with a recurrence of skin cancer, but now in a more aggressive form. On top of all of this, my father may be having a second heart surgery, he sees his doctor this month.

I am really beginning to hate the month of March..........

Still missing Cupcake more than words can ever say.

- Kimmie

Wish you were here.........

I wish she was here so much lately (lot of major stressful things going on), that she is in my dreams nearly every night, and I have mistakenly called the other two dogs by her name a couple of times.

Has anyone on here ever felt this level of despair over the loss of a pet? I feel like part of my heart was ripped out and I'm slowly bleeding internally. There is a group at the humane society near me that meets to discuss grief over the loss of a pet - but I'm worried about going - what they might think of me.

Will the heartache ever stop?

I haven't been to this account for a while. Most of the shock has worn off and simply turned into despair.

I have actually been asking God to please, send her back to me...........which I know can't happen, but I ask anyway.

There is this gaping hole in my heart. At least that is what it feels like.

Loneliness without her funny, furry face...

It is now May 27th. I don't think I will ever "get over" or "get past" the loss of my Cupcake.
I keep asking God to send her back to me.
There are some very difficult things going on in my life right now, extreme stress - makes me miss her even more.
My friend, my companion, whose little button eyes always reminded me I was loved, accepted.
She taught me how important even the simplest things in life are.

I loved teaching her things. Taking care of her and doing things for her just to see how happy she would get.
The mornings are awful now. No "morning huggies" anymore, and her rolling around on the bed afterwards as if she hadn't seen me for weeks.........every morning, for 15 years without fail.........and now there is nothing.

My roommate got two dogs, jack russell and yorkie mixes - twice the size of cupcake. Even though they are good, nice dogs, playful and happy - it is not the same.
(I was not ready for another dog much less two - only a week after Cupcake died, especially since I take care of them while he is at work. I have a disabling back injury & these dogs weigh a little too much for me - I don't resent the dogs, they are from an animal shelter. Someone did not take care of them & they deserve to be happy and loved)... my roommate was Cupcakes "daddy" for over a year & he couldn't stand it without her here so badly that he went and got "Hershey"......well, Hershey wasn't there alone, her "sister" was dumped off at the shelter with her. "Snickers". They were two years old and had grown up together. I was furious with my roomie at the action he was taking of only wanting one and separating them.
I felt the two dogs had been traumatized enough and should NOT be taken from each other on top of it. They are VERY attached to each other. So, now we have both & I resent my roomie (aka ex-fiance) putting me in that position. He KNOWS , and he knew I would not separate two dogs that had grown up together. He went and got Hershey by herself knowing how attached they were to each other......all because of his own selfishness at missing Cupcake and "replacing" what he had lost. Not wanting to give a thought to taking away Hershey's and Snicker's companionship with each other.

Needless to say, I did give it a thought and so they are both here.........I love them both............BUT................I wanted a choice as to when I would be ready for another dog and what size type etc.....

It hurts my back every time I take them to the bathroom, but they have to be taken care of - that comes first.............

sigh...........I feel trapped. :(

Not here anymore :(

This is cupcakes mommie. (that is the "name" she knew me by)......
She has been gone for about 3 weeks now, and I struggle to get through from one day to the next.
Has anyone else out there ever gone through this kind of agony? After 15 years with her in my life; my "shadow"; I feel as if I have lost a child.
I never talked "baby talk" to her or just used simple dog commands. From the time she was little, I talked like I would to anyone I knew.
She was so curious about everything, I showed her things like you would teach a child growing up - so to speak.
I have had more than 10 dogs of my own over the years, and there was just something different about Cupcake. I say that with all sincerity.
My whole day to day routine is completely changed.
I've lost my best friend in this world.

My best friend is gone.

This page will remain up in memory of one of the greatest "best friends" I have ever had.
I am still in shock, so please bear with me here.
Cupcake had a stroke very early Sunday morning and we had to rush her to an emergency vet to have her "put to sleep".
She died in my arms, looking up at me when I whispered "mommies here" in her ear.
This little dog, who nearly died of pneumonia as a puppy, (Thank you to Ortonville Animal Clinic for saving her life. The "miracle puppy" , as one of your staff back then called her).
This amazing dog was, according to the vet after that, fragile healthwise and was not expected to live past the age of seven years old.
Until now, she ran, played and basically still behaved like a "little kid". I wish I could find all the words to describe what she meant to me, how many peoples lives she touched, and how agonizing life is right now without her in it.
No more "morning huggies" - every morning for 15 years.....and her rolling around on the bed like a nut as if she hadn't seen me for days, after those hugs....
No more "kissie bye" - when mommie goes to the store and it's too cold out for her to go....
No more curling up against me when I am in bed with a cold. "the little nurse" she was, even to my roommates and her daddy. She would not leave your side until you were well.
No more of watching her excitement, every time "daddy" came home from work, no more watching him smile at how much she loved him when he came in the door.

"My Shadow", who for 15 years, followed me from room to room. She always had to be where I was. My mom used to say that we should attach her to me with velcro so her little legs wouldn't get tired from following me everywhere. Thus earning her the nickname "Velcro Dog".

If she saw someone crying, she would always crawl in their lap and kiss thier face.
It always made me smile, when out for walks, and strangers would want to pet her and call her "toto" :)
I can't have children - Cupcake was/will always be my "furry child".
15 years of loving her "mom" even on my worst days, no matter how awful I looked.
I hope to someday be the kind of person Cupcake saw in me.