There Will Never Be Another MIssy...
It's been a great week for my2sweets. Happy to report all is well and I am still working on multiple orders I hope to fill over Spring break. But, today I wanted to blog about something not business related.
In case you didn't know, 6 months before Travis and I married we adopted together a dog, Missy. She was a rat terrier mix with spirit and such uniqueness! She lived with him until we married, and from then on out we became a special family of 3. She was our everything. She ruled the roost, to be honest. We were devoted to her and were in love with her completely. After being dropped off in 2000, BG joined our family after we fell in love with her. She was an enormous chocolate lab who was the most kind, loving animal I have ever seen to date! When Soph arrived in 2003 Missy's life changed and she became second to the baby, but she was still such a special girl. BG seemed indifferent to the new addition and loved to have Soph ride her and just maul her. We went on to have even more memories as a family of 5. When Ruthie B arrived in 2008 Missy was in her final years, but still a devoted, precious girl. Many of her teeth were gone, her eyes were clouded by cataracts, but her heart was just as golden and loyal as ever. Our hearts broke as she went downhill, but even as she did, Missy remained a trooper. Her only goal was to please us and please us she did. In January 2009, the last weeks of Missy's life were hard. She developed grand mal seizures and would remain post-ictal for 2 to 4 hours. We were torn on what to do for her. Do we keep her alive and continue to watch her in agony so selfishly we can have her with us or do we take her to the vet to be humanely euthanized? Neither Travis or myself could do the latter. It was too heavy a burden for us to carry. So, Missy carried on for a few more weeks. One Friday night when she seemed her weakest, she came and lay by me with a look in her eyes of I love you, but please help me. We decided that night that we would take her the next morning to have her suffering put to an end. But, as we had night after night, we prayed that God would take her so we wouldn't have to go through with it. Before bed Missy and Travis stepped out front and like she always did, she did her business like the wonderful girl she was. Due to inability to control her urine, she slept in the laundry room on her blanket as she had for a few weeks now. The next morning was a glorious morning. When we were all awake all 4 of us piled in the bed and giggled and just enjoyed each other. Ruthie B was almost a year old and kept us laughing. Travis got up to go get Missy, but he returned to the bedroom with tear-filled eyes. His head shaking from side to side told it all. I remember bursting out, "No, no! Thank you God, thank you God!" She had passed in the middle of the night as if understanding we couldn't make that decision ourselves. I was heartbroken, but relieved.
Needless to say, the next days and months were hard to handle. Both of us cried out of the blue for random reasons. She left a hole in our hearts that would stay there for years. BG went on to pass away just a little over a year later and we were left with only a cat we adopted for Soph a few months after Missy's passing. That void left by Missy remained. And remained. In 2011 we fostered a Maltese for 3 months. It wasn't the same. I was glad when her forever home came and she was gone. She was beautiful and sweet, but she wasn't Missy. We had helped her gain weight and get her lovely coat back and the perfect home with a sweet widow awaited her. I told myself I'd never go through it again. It was too hard and I wasn't ready.
Fast forward a year. Let me tell you about Glory. She's a foster girl with CARE of Little Rock. She's a 1 year old 6 pound little sweetie, a Chihuaua/Chinese Crested mix. She has an underbite. She has a thin, wired-hair coat. To most she's homely and weird looking, but she's captured our hearts like I never expected. We are in the process of trying to adopt her. But, we're not the only family hoping to bring her home. Without even meeting her, I've invested my heart. I'm scared, scared, scared we won't triumph in being her forever family. But, we've given it to God and know if it is His will she'll be ours. That's the only way to deal with this waiting!
I never thought I'd be ready to give my heart to another girl. I know there will never be another Missy, but there are so many girls and boys out there who need that chance. Glory may be that girl. I hope in a few weeks I'll be blogging about giving her that Chance, and giving me that chance!
In case you didn't know, 6 months before Travis and I married we adopted together a dog, Missy. She was a rat terrier mix with spirit and such uniqueness! She lived with him until we married, and from then on out we became a special family of 3. She was our everything. She ruled the roost, to be honest. We were devoted to her and were in love with her completely. After being dropped off in 2000, BG joined our family after we fell in love with her. She was an enormous chocolate lab who was the most kind, loving animal I have ever seen to date! When Soph arrived in 2003 Missy's life changed and she became second to the baby, but she was still such a special girl. BG seemed indifferent to the new addition and loved to have Soph ride her and just maul her. We went on to have even more memories as a family of 5. When Ruthie B arrived in 2008 Missy was in her final years, but still a devoted, precious girl. Many of her teeth were gone, her eyes were clouded by cataracts, but her heart was just as golden and loyal as ever. Our hearts broke as she went downhill, but even as she did, Missy remained a trooper. Her only goal was to please us and please us she did. In January 2009, the last weeks of Missy's life were hard. She developed grand mal seizures and would remain post-ictal for 2 to 4 hours. We were torn on what to do for her. Do we keep her alive and continue to watch her in agony so selfishly we can have her with us or do we take her to the vet to be humanely euthanized? Neither Travis or myself could do the latter. It was too heavy a burden for us to carry. So, Missy carried on for a few more weeks. One Friday night when she seemed her weakest, she came and lay by me with a look in her eyes of I love you, but please help me. We decided that night that we would take her the next morning to have her suffering put to an end. But, as we had night after night, we prayed that God would take her so we wouldn't have to go through with it. Before bed Missy and Travis stepped out front and like she always did, she did her business like the wonderful girl she was. Due to inability to control her urine, she slept in the laundry room on her blanket as she had for a few weeks now. The next morning was a glorious morning. When we were all awake all 4 of us piled in the bed and giggled and just enjoyed each other. Ruthie B was almost a year old and kept us laughing. Travis got up to go get Missy, but he returned to the bedroom with tear-filled eyes. His head shaking from side to side told it all. I remember bursting out, "No, no! Thank you God, thank you God!" She had passed in the middle of the night as if understanding we couldn't make that decision ourselves. I was heartbroken, but relieved.
Needless to say, the next days and months were hard to handle. Both of us cried out of the blue for random reasons. She left a hole in our hearts that would stay there for years. BG went on to pass away just a little over a year later and we were left with only a cat we adopted for Soph a few months after Missy's passing. That void left by Missy remained. And remained. In 2011 we fostered a Maltese for 3 months. It wasn't the same. I was glad when her forever home came and she was gone. She was beautiful and sweet, but she wasn't Missy. We had helped her gain weight and get her lovely coat back and the perfect home with a sweet widow awaited her. I told myself I'd never go through it again. It was too hard and I wasn't ready.
Fast forward a year. Let me tell you about Glory. She's a foster girl with CARE of Little Rock. She's a 1 year old 6 pound little sweetie, a Chihuaua/Chinese Crested mix. She has an underbite. She has a thin, wired-hair coat. To most she's homely and weird looking, but she's captured our hearts like I never expected. We are in the process of trying to adopt her. But, we're not the only family hoping to bring her home. Without even meeting her, I've invested my heart. I'm scared, scared, scared we won't triumph in being her forever family. But, we've given it to God and know if it is His will she'll be ours. That's the only way to deal with this waiting!
I never thought I'd be ready to give my heart to another girl. I know there will never be another Missy, but there are so many girls and boys out there who need that chance. Glory may be that girl. I hope in a few weeks I'll be blogging about giving her that Chance, and giving me that chance!
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