It is with a very sad and broken heart that I tell you guys my little
"Skeeter Girl" left me on Saturday.  When I woke up she was in a coma.  I
rushed her to the vet's.  Of course, on a Saturday the vet's office was
packed-and with all these happy people sitting around with their healthy
dogs, birds, and a pig.  Then there's me-red eyed, sniffling, sobbing...
because I know what I'm there for.  She didn't even know what was going on.
Which was probably better.  I just sat and petted her.  I've never had to
do that before...I didn't know it would be so fast.  Within seconds her
little lungs just stopped breathing.  I said my good byes as best as I
could and I told her that I'll see her one day at the bridge.  Now she's
at my grandma's house between the porch and the garage.....that was her
favorite little trail when I would let her run around outside.  I'd just
like to say THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone that has e-mailed me and helped
me out and kept in touch wanting to know her progress.  It meant a
lot..believe me.  I can't do this....Skeeter, please greet my little
Skeeter girl and keep her safe and happy until I can see her again.
 
To Skeeter: Mommy's not crying because she's sad, but because she's knows
you're much happier now.  Keep watch over me and don't worry..I'll be with
you one day.  I miss you so very much and I love you.
 
Lots of hugs and kisses,
Jen (Mommy)
Geech, Snickers, Bodie, Breezy, and Delta (they miss you too!)
[Posted in FML issue 2811]