My baby Sophie
by Julie Johnson
My baby Sophie
I lost my baby Sophie two weeks ago. I'm heartbroken and devastated to say the least. Sophie was a beautiful teacup yorkie, weighed 3 1/2 pounds and was only 8 years old. Sophie was my companion 24-7. I fed her, bathed her, dressed her every morning and she went to work with me Monday through Friday. Everyone loved her that worked at the office as well as everyone that came in daily. Sophie greeted everyone that came in the door and liked almost everyone. Sophie was very interested in children but ran from them if they came towards her. Sophie loved me and never wanted me to go anywhere without her. She started having stomach issues and was throwing up so I took her to the vets. One week of antibiotics she was feeling better. A few weeks later she was throwing up again and I brought her back to the vets. They said I would have to leave her and they would examine her and call me. I hated leaving her but wanted my baby to feel better. They called and said that they took an X-ray and found a foreign object in her stomach and they wanted to operate. I agreed and after sitting on pins and needles I called after two hours and they said she was still in surgery. They finally called and told me they could not get out the object and did not want to compromise her life so they sewed her back up. I visited Sophie the next day and held her and loved her for about 30 minutes then had to give her back for her to continue care. After a couple days they told me they believed she had developed pancreatitis and needed lots of antibiotics, blood tests, insulin and a plasma treatment. I visited Sophie again and held her and told her how much I loved her. She looked ok and gave me a kiss. The Dr called me that evening and said she looked brighter, and the blood tests looked good and the plasma helped and I would be able to take her home in the next couple of days. I was ecstatic! Sophie had been away from me for five nights and I was missing her and felt so bad leaving her there alone. The next morning, not even 12 hours after speaking to the Dr I was called and told that she had passed away! Omg! It still doesn't seem possible and I'm beating myself up for not being with her, she was alone in a cage and died! I'm not sure I did the right thing about allowing them to operate. They said she died of septic shock.
I've cried everyday for two weeks, my heart hurts and my stomach feels like I was punched. I miss her so much! My friends and family believe that she was sick off and on and went to the rainbow bridge because God wanted her.
I am already thinking of getting another dog and know that I can never replace Sophie but feel like it may help with the void I have. I loved Sophie so much! She was my baby!