My Sweet Tazzy 1998 - 2/24/11
Words cannot express the love I have for you. I have prayed and prayed for you so many times these last few months. You were always so loyal to me, you brought so much laughter and joy to our family. I thank God for letting us find you and give you a new life.
I will never forget that day we got you from the SPCA. It was November 16, 1998. You looked terrible, like you had never had your nails clipped, never had a haircut, or a bath even. You were over 10 lbs underweight. We took you into our house, and showered you with so much love and affection. You returned every single bit of that and then some.
I don't know how I'm going to sleep without you by my side. I pray that I made the right decision. It was so hard to come home from work those days, wondering if you were still alive. Your health seemed to decline fast these last few weeks, and I was in constant denial of losing you. Today I realized that I could no longer prolong your pain or mine.
I keep asking myself if I did the right thing. In my heart I know I did, but reality is a lot harder to accept. I keep looking around, thinking I will see a glimpse of you somewhere. I listen and keep hoping to hear your feet walking across the floor. I sit here wondering exactly where you are, what you are experiencing, and hoping that you could hear me and feel my arms wrapped tightly around you as you drifted off to eternal rest.
My heart is aching for you, just to see you one more time, to hold you one more time, to receive those wonderful kisses from you one more time. I look down and my shirt is covered in your fur. I can't believe you are gone, and I am praying that I will see you again in heaven. Wait for me Tazz. I will see you again.
Love Forever and Always,