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I Miss you Mommy and Daddy and Cooper

It was my time to go....

It was a nice day. My Daddy had off of work and had all day to spend time with me and my brother Cooper (aka that little dog that barks A LOT). But I did not feel so good. I just laid around and I did not want to eat.
Mommy came home and I just didn't seem to have the energy as I normally do when I greet her. I could not even get up off the floor. Mom immediately asked Dad what was wrong with me and he told her that he thought I was depressed because we had just moved to a new place. They even tried to feed me some steak, but I had no appetite.
Mom was worried about me, but I was a young girl...barely three so she hoped that it might only be a stomach ache. She had the next day off so she watched over me, praying I would feel better. My mother's friend, Melanie, is a vet tech so she called her to see what she could do. Mel came to visit with us before she went in to work and looked me over. She immediately told Mom that we had to go to the emergency vet.
My little brother Cooper was barking up a storm as we left. He hated to be apart from me. If I had known it would be the last time I saw him then I would have given him a kiss.
The vet looked me over and told Mom that it seemed I had a blood disorder. And that I had to stay overnight to get steroids and such to make me feel better and get stronger. He told her we needed to meet with a specialist in the morning. Mom had to leave me there and I could tell she was very upset. I did not like being there without my family either. But Melanie was working and spent time with me. And after I got the steroids I felt better.
Mom called into work the next day and came as soon as she could. As soon as I saw her I was happy. I could actually walk to her. And we headed next door to talk to some other woman.
But the steroids were wearing off and I was weak again already. The doctor told my mom what was wrong with me and gave her my chances if we tried to fix it. It would be very expensive and even then I only had a 50% chance. And I was already in so much pain.
I just laid on the floor and my mommy laid down there with me. She cried and rubbed her nose against mine like she always did. She called me her "pretty girl" and told me how much she loved me. And then I went on to Rainbow Bridge.
Mommy cried non-stop all that day. It was very hard for her. If I had been there I would have given her all my kisses. And a year later, my Mommy still mourns my death and thinks of me often. But we will see each other again one day.