Breho Red Hot Hoochee Mama "Hoochee Mama"
Setting them free, even when you know it is for the best, is still close to impossible. For this vibrant beautiful creature who clung to life and played like there was no tomorrow, it was extra hard and I put it off longer than I should, not for her, but for me to try to reconcile how boring my life would become without this presence in it. From the very start, she barked at me to let her out ... she barked at me to let her in...she barked at me to throw the Jolly ball, she barked at me for a treat and for her meals ... she barked at me when I talked on the phone because she was not the center of my attention and of my world at the moment. She had no time for boring things ... she had more energy in one toe than all the rest have combined ... she NEVER stopped playing no matter how ill she became ... there was always time for one more run with her Jolly ball. Now she can run free and never feel pain. I will listen in the wind for the sounds of her barking orders at Hallee and the ones that managed to get over the bridge before she tackled them. She will have her first Jolly ball hanging from her mouth by it's rope, as it is buried with her. She was way too young to have been through all she has been through, and yet to look at her even on this, her last day, she was beautiful and happy to go for a ride, and wagged her tail at the kind man at the emergency clinic that took her pain away. God speed to you my oh so special little girl. You could never ever know how much I loved you, your sweet side binding me to you so that the heathen side never really mattered at all. Run across and wait for me, I will be there soon and throw the ball for you again.
Chronic Ulcerative Colitis ... Inflammatory Bowel Disease ... a bloody cruel slow killer.
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