It's been two weeks, almost to the exact minute, that my Cody girl fell ill. It is 11:56pm here now, it was 11:45pm two weeks ago when I awoke to find my girl acting strangely, and I knew right away it was an emergency. Tomorrow marks two weeks of the most difficult decision I've ever had to make. I've been doing better emotionally, getting out with friends, being able to better focus at work, but the hole in my heart is still very big, and the sadness is engulfing me right now.
Cody's Mom (Christy)
I have a candle lit for my girl, a picture of her as a puppy, her collar, and her box of ashes sitting next to me as I type. I miss that gray snout poking around the door as I come home, her wagging tail, her excited bark, her smiles, the way she rubbed her back/hind against my feet that dangled off the bed in the morning, her morning snuggles, the way she would get SO excited when I grabbed her leash and harness, and her after meal burst of energy! I miss my routine; not needing to come home after work to let her out, or calling it an early night because I have to get home to her has been a strange adjustment. For 12 years she was my everything, and I'm 100% sure she knew that.