Rip to my baby girl

She was my sweet 16 gift, I chose her over a party…. I don’t like parties so it was a no brained. All the small images are what I remembered most from her life. The time she got parvovirus and pulled though—- lots of vomiting but she made it, the time she laid behind me on my back and laid her head between my shoulder and neck. Her obsession with squeaky toys, the time we went to the public creek, the time we got my son (black cat) , the times we played tug of war and Monday when I took her out (and she wouldn’t get up so I laid beside her and petted her for 40 minutes. I eventually got up (I had to pick her up to get her inside, she was so weak) and took her to the vet and because she was old, and had tumors (they were removed from her back leg but they already caused damage to her mobility in her back legs), she just gave up on life. She was very sassy to say the least. Her dramatic sighs when you would get on to her always made my day. The belching in the face I will miss the most knowing I won’t see her again. She at least lived long enough to know my husband, her daddy, who cried twice as hard as I did. I miss her.. very bad.