Dear Nina,
 
My heart breaks for you on your loss of little Spencer.  He sounds like an absolutely magnificent boy & I am so glad that you both got to share your lives with each other.  I have no doubt that he is chasing butterflies at the Bridge with my Peanut & all of our furkids. I have been impressed many times with your strength & faith, and I know that you know that Spencer's spirit is with you always.  Take very good care.
 
Love,
Yvonne
 
P.S. What did Spencer look like?
 
In a message dated 10/12/2006 11:29:00 A.M. Central Daylight Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
Hi Belinda and All,
I'm so sad and numb this morning.  So completely worn out, I know you
all understand how I'm feeling.  Spencer had been so weak yesterday, but
still so attentive and loving, what an incredible spirit this boy has.
The vet was late, (I'm so glad he was), and I had been laying next to
Spencer on our bed, keeping him company while we waited.  He lifted his
head and tried to move, but he just couldn't get his once magnificent
body to work.  I decided to bring him out front.  He used to love going
out with his dogs every morning to get the paper and I thought he might
enjoy going out one more time.  I was right.  Unbelievably, he rallied
and was actually able to stumble to his favorite spot under my Jeep
parked in the driveway.  He even drank from the feral's water bowl.
I couldn't stand seeing him on the uncomfortable cement any longer and
put him on his bed and we sat and quietly watched the neighborhood
comings and goings from the front steps.

I had just brought him back inside when I saw my vet approaching up the
front walk.  Heaven help me, but I wanted to scream, NO!  NOT YET!  Of
course, it was time to finally say goodbye.

Do you still do tributes with their pictures?  I'm going to send you his
picture off-list to include in case you do.  Bless it, this was a hard
one, (but then I guess there just aren't any easy ones, are there?).

I want to express my gratitude once again to this incredible list of
caring people.  I went through such contortions dealing with Spencer's
illness and decline.  I don't know how I would have coped without your
support and prayers.
Much love as always,
Nina


 

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