This picture was from a few years ago, probably right before we found out about her diabetes. She looks so dang happy! She's been so sick for so long, I almost forgot she ever looked like this.
I kept putting the decision off because she still loved to eat so much. You could almost set your watch by her when it came to pokey time. Thats what we called it at 11am and 11pm when she would get fed and her insulin shot. She would start barking and hopping around. Even when she went totally blind and would run into things. Our lives have revolved around this schedule for the past 4 years. I really don't know what we're going to do now.
This picture was from when we lived in Nashville. The dogs had never seen snow before. Neither had I really. It looks like shes been eating it here. She wasn't afraid of anything.
This is when Paul took them all to the beach. When they went to the river, she was always the first one to go barreling into the water. She never looked, she just jumped.
The house feels so empty now. She was a loud, huge presence. Haven't been able to stop crying all day.
Paul stayed with her until the end. I had to leave the room because I was afraid my crying would upset her. So I kissed her and told her to be a good monkey and that mommy loved her very much. I went out to the car and cried and cried.
The wind started up and picked up a swirl of leaves in a little twister and then stopped. Somehow I felt that it was her leaving me.
I know she's in a better place now and no longer in any pain. Someplace where its the good part of pokey time all the time, sleeping on pillows, and running in apple orchards.
I've had her since she was 6 weeks old. She was my baby for the last 14 years, even in the end.
I miss her more than I thought I could.
Thought I would repost this Lula story from last summer in honor of her and what a total ass she could be.
Sleep well, Lula, mommy loves you forever.