My Molly died on St Patricks day 2011. I am heart broken. She was my baby girl. The sun rose and set on her. We moved to Costa Rica 6 months ago and are living in paradise, we brought her with us as well as our other baby Goober. Goober is a ruff n tumble King Charles, my Molly was our Pomeranian princess. There are tons of homeless dogs here and we had adopted 3 more in the 6 months we've been here. The newest was a puppy we named abby. abby had been sick for a couple of days and we took her to our vet, she had bloodwork that came back normal and it was concluded that she just needed a deworming treatment, because God knows there are tons of different parasites here. So abby had the deworming meds and was completely better in less than 48 hours. Then Molly started showing the exact same symptoms, so I called the vet and he immediately got a dose ready for her, as well as, the other dogs, just in case. In less than 24 hours my baby died. We aren't sure what happened, we had plans for St Pats day, and had not thought twice about leaving her because she had the meds and we were confident they would work just like they did for abby. We came home that night to find her dead under our bed. She was only 6 1/2 years old. I'm riddled with guilt and sorrow, I should have never left her side. I'd do anything to have her back. I no longer want to be here, I just want to see my Molly again. There's an empty hole left here and it's just not home without her. I don't feel her presence, and she hasn't come to me in my dreams. The waves of sorrow just keep coming, everywhere I look reminds me of her.