A year has gone by since I had to let you go, little one, and even though the pain is no longer so sharp it is and ever will be still with me. I have thought about you every single day. You were so tiny, yet such a huge part of my life. I only wish that human beings could match the amoount of unconditional love and devotion that you showed me. I could post so many pics oof you to share with others, but that wouldn't be fair to the ones who are also sharing their losses and grief. Instead, I will just remember the pic of you coming in the smallest pet door we could find, but still being a small brown spot in one corner of it! I will remember the one of you sitting in the palm of my hand, all spindly legs and large ears and eyes! Also the photo of you running out from under the Christmas tree with your new "baby" in your little mouth. (And you never did wait until the boys got up!). I laugh with tears in my eyes at the one of you with your little nose and huge eyes poking out from under the blanket in your bed, sulking after a bath. I cry when I look at your last pic, when I was about to cry in that pic, knowing that the decision time had come, and that I knew that I had to let you go, yet wishing so desperately that you would get better. There are so many images in my mind that were never captured by any camera, but captured forever in my memory. You, prancing gaily down the driveway when we went to the mailbox. Fierce little three and one half pound you chasing the neighbor's pet wolf all the way home! You, with your little head between your front legs, looking at me upside down, with your little tail and rump stuck up in the air and wagging furiously every time I came home. But also the image of you, looking up at me from my lap on your final trip to the vet, not able even to lift your little head, but instead gazing upwards at me. You seemed to know that Daddy was going to let you go peacefully, that your pain was going to end, that soon you would be in a place where you could run, dance, and play freely once again! And, little girl, someday you will be able to do your "wiggle dance" when you greet me again as I come through the door where we will meet again!

Bitsy Bug, Three and One Half pounds of my soul! 8-23-95 to 6-29-09.

Daddy

Andy
What a beautiful letter to your precious and the cutest little girl. Please post more pictures of her its everyones story and angels that help each other. She is part of our angel family as we are here on this forum. I picture her just dancing on her two little hind legs. What a beautiful picture. Hopefully my angels are watching over her and she is snuggled up with them.

Hugs
Anna and my angels
xoxoxo

Dear Andy
As Anna said, please post as many photos as you can of your darling little Angel girl, Bitsy. Your letter to her is wonderful. I am approaching 10 months since my Noushka joined our Angels, and yes I can so relate to what you write. The pain is not that acute heart wrenching pain now, but I think of her every day too. The memories of her make me feel warm inside and mostly bring a smile to my face. Still miss her like crazy though. The video that LS support just posted, does say it all, our darlings would not want us to remain in that sad state, they would want us to recover, our happiness and well being is paramount to them. They are forever with us in Spirit, watching over us, as they always did whilst on this earthly plain.
I am thinking of you and your dear, sweet Bitsy.
Hugs
Jan and my Angels and Pixie x

Andy,

What a touching post. The love you felt for your darling Bitsy bring tears to my eyes. I'm so glad you two had each other. She was obviously a tiny little thing with a HUGE heart full of love. I hope you still feel her presence near. She will always be with you; a part of you.

And what a cutie pie!

Wishing you well. Cheryl x