Before Christmas my family asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I told them all I wanted was to have my precious Snookie with me. Nothing else would make my heart full and complete like that would.
On Christmas Eve I told my little girl that I knew she was so sick but that it would soon be Christmas and I was so happy she was with me and that her being with me meant everything in the world to me.
I told her I would help her open her gifts since I did not think she could do it on her own. When it did come time to open gifts she held her head up to watch everyone but could not open her own without help.
I did not take any pictures of her with them since it hurt me so much to see her so sick and so helpless. My greatest gift was that she held on for me because it meant so much to have her with me and with all my heart I believe she stayed just for me.
The day after Christmas we all told her if she could not hold on that it was alright for her to go, we did not want her to be in pain. I told her because I loved her more than life I could not bear to see her so sick. Snookie lifted her head and she let out such a long loud sighing moan, one that will never ever be forgotten. She died in the arms of my husband Clair, and our daughter Paula and me her Mama.
The vet said he thinks that her pancreas shut down due to the diabetes. I thought she would die from the cancer or the cushings but then she got that diabetes and became so ill. My darling girl fought so hard for so long with all that was wrong with her. For 10 long months she held on for me our love was so strong for each other.
My heart is shattered but her love will get me through this horrible pain that feels like a hole in my heart. I will survive and her love will carry me through. I was loved more than anyone has ever been loved before and I loved her just as much with all my being.
Some day my little love when it is my time I will come to you. Until then pumpkin run and play with Chili Bean and all our fur babies from here at LS. Mama loves you so very much.
Ann