This has been a really, really rough week. My little dog Gizzie died on Sunday evening. Gizzie was 8 years old and was just so cute and lovable. She would get so excited whenever I came home. She would turn in circles and almost do back flips she was so excited. And she was that way up until 20 hours before she died. On Saturday night before mother's day, she seemed to have a bit of trouble breathing. I called my vet and got the emergency number and they had an 8 hour wait. I did not think it was that serious so decided I would just take Monday off and take her to see Dr. Harvey. On Sunday afternoon I was at work and kept feeling very uneasy and then developed a rough case of stomach cramps so decided to go home. I came home, went into the bedroom and got Gizzie and had her in my arms for no longer than 2 minutes when she died. I have to tell you that I was devastated. I loved that dog so much, she was like my baby.
Since then Lanie has woken up 4 nights crying because she missed Gizzie. I wake up all the time reaching for her. In the morning I miss her trying to get my attention as I put my make up on or when I go downstairs and put my shoes on-she would always play with whatever was on the floor to get my attention because she wanted me to feed her before I went to work. I just really miss her. Monday night my mom came to me in a dream and told me that she had Gizzie and would take care of her. It made me very happy to think of my mom taking care of her.
Lanie asked me if we can get another little dog, "when you're ready" she said. I told her I would start looking.
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