I met Jessie the day she was born, and she had my heart since day one! Everyone kept saying what an ugly dog she was, but to me she was the greatest, most beautiful dog ever. I remember waking up in the middle of the night during her puppy years to take her outside, just like raising a child.
She knew everything about me and when she died part of me did as well. Her last days I spent hours letting her sit in my lap and lying around with her. It made me realize how much time I wasted that I could have spent with her.
I knew the end was coming and since I could not let her die alone, I took her to be put to sleep where they let me stay with her. I held on to her as she drifted to sleep.
The problem is I can't let her go. Thirteen years is a long time in dog years but way too short for people. I love her soooo much.