or even share...
I don't even know if I'll have the right words,
all I know is as I'm typing...the tears are flowing.
I don't even know how I'm doing this.
but I am.
They say things like this helps with healing...
I hope so. I need healing....
(**warning, might be a tad bit long of a post with pics...**)
if you're wondering what I'm talking about
& you don't follow me on Facebook or Twitter...
yesterday our 8 year old Cajun:
collapsed & died after a sudden deadly onset of Canine Diabetes
(he had what they call Diabetes Ketoacidosis)
It's too soon for me to really talk about how & what all happened,
maybe I'll never really be able to.. especially without crying my eyes out,
but our sweet boy was taken by a terrible disease
a disease I HATE with a passion.
Our hearts are so empty.
I miss him tremendously.
he was the funniest thing. he would only let ME walk him.
if anyone even tried, he'd sit his hiney down on the street like...
"umm...nope, no way jose! now go get my momma."
i love him as if he was my own REAL human child.
Funny thing I like to say when I'm asked how many kids I have
"6..... 2 human and 4 furboys."
it's true. that's our life...we love our animals!
all of them were rescued.
Cajun was our #2 rescue boy.
He was dumped at a nearby lake
with 3 of his brothers as newborns.
He's the runt of his litter.
An angel (his foster mommy) found the litter & nursed them all back
to health so they could be adopted out...God bless her!
When Cajun was 5 weeks old, he got so sick & was near death again.
After 4 weeks of his foster mommy nursing him back to health yet again...
he and his brothers were put up for adoption by H.A.R.T.
(they were working out of Petsmart this day...)
(can you tell who's dog he started out to be???)
he's been the light of our lives!
I used to sing this to him:
(to the the tune of Ernie singing "rubber ducky")
"little puppy, you're the one, you make our lives so much fun, little puppy i'm awfully fond of you"
(the day we brought him home at 9 weeks old)
and a few of my other faves of his puppy days:
wrestling with brother Bandit...his best bud
(some of these pics are pics of pics...sorry for the yucky quality!)
he would sit & stare at himself in this mirror forever
then bark like he was saying hi ... it was funny!
if he heard you laughing or taking pics...he'd look at you like...
"what? have you never seen cute before?"
cute is exactly what he was...
gosh. words can't even describe how much we miss you.
thank you for being our world the past 8 years.
you've been the best little furboy ever. EVER.
i bet you're chasing all the birds you can find
& catching butterflies on your nose...
love you, always.
I was talking to my husband & told him I'd really like to do something to
prevent as many people as I could from having to go
through the awful events we just did ...
so, we both decided we would do just that.
he posted this on his Facebook status today & I loved it & wanted to share:
thank you friends for reading this novel.
it's truly been therapeutic for me.
my heart is still as empty as all get out...
but it's starting to get easier to talk about.