Ruby May
by Amy Murphy
My Ruby May... I was Blessed to have her enter my life at 9 weeks of age January 9th, 2002. She was a miniature dachshund who became my "baby girl" in no time at all. "Boo-Boo" became ill August 27th, 2011, & I had to make the very tough decision to end the suffering on September 3rd, 2011. She went quietly in my arms & for the first time in a week, she was not in pain. The hardest part is she was fine August 26th, always healthy her whole life. My wonderful vet did every test: blood work, x rays, ultrasounds, you name it she did it; consulted other vets, vet specialists & no one knew WHY my Ruby May was sick. After a week of all the tests & IV fluids everyday, my husband & I made the decision... It was quiet, Ruby May looked at me & then she was gone. Having to tell the kids was hard, but we brought her home & buried her out in the garden where she liked to dig with me. I know we made the right decision, she wasn't getting better, but we never got an answer as to "WHY?" At her heaviest, little Ruby May weighed a whopping 9.4lbs! It's hard to imagine that some thing so small could leave such a gaping hole, but she is gone & I am left with this hole. I think of her everyday, look at her pictures, talk to her & know that I still feel her. Ruby May was a one of a kind dog, friend, confidant & absolute love in my life. I will love her forever, think of her often & know that I was given a gift I could not keep but held preciously to my heart. My "Baby Girl" is gone but never forgotten.
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