I took you home late in August 2009 when your previous humans decided they were unable to keep you. You were heartworm positive and had whipworms. Your fur was grungy, your eyes were dull. Even the vet thought I was nuts, but I didn't care. I couldn't let you die at the shelter. You needed love and I had love to give.
You lived 8 months longer than anyone expected. You were no longer were considered heartworm positive. You put on a brave front these last few weeks as your health worsened.
I didn't want to let you go today, but I needed to let you pass with the dignity you deserved. Nothing worried me more than you dying at home alone because you couldn't breathe or your heart gave out. I am in pain today, but my heart knows you are well and whole again. I promised I'd be with you every step of our journey together.
Run free, my little Sweetums. You will not be forgotten.