by Betty Anne
I got Tammy from the pound when she was (I think) three years old. The minute she saw me she knew I was there for her. She wouldn't even wait until I had finalized the paperwork - she kept running from me to the door of the pound and back until it was time to go.
She never left my side from that day forward. She was always with me - never judged, never got angry - just accepted me for what I was. I loved that girl like a child. She was diagnosed with an enlarged heart two and half years ago and was given only six months to two years - she defied the odds and stayed with me for two and a half years, until kidney failure took her. She died in my arms around 10 p.m. at night and she didn't go peacefully. No vet to help her. I had her buried in a nice casket, silk lined, in a pet cemetery close to my home so I can at least visit her. I did up my dining room table with a kind of tribute to her - pictures, drawings done by my grandkids of her.
I feel so lost, so alone, so sad and absolutely heartbroken. My chest aches from the loss.