My Best Friend and Companion
April 25, 2016, the news to received on this day the death angel sure visit my home. At 1100 am, my family pet which was a chihuahua has crossed over to the rainbow bridge. She was my best friend, part of our family. The day we adopted her from Effiingham County SPCA she was in bad health. So depressed, flea infested, very undernourish. When I noticed her in a little corner of the shelter in a steel wire crate that was laying on the cold cement floor Immendiately, she caught my full attention.
It seem to me my impression that she was meant to come home with me that day on May 8,2009. When I required asking the shelter volunteer if I could hold her in my arms I broke down in tears but I also noticed tears flowing from her eyes like she was giving me a message begging me to take her along home with me. May 9,2009, she was schudule according to what the shelter volunteer explained to me to be put down. I ask, Why? she answered, her stay at shelter has expired, she is a senior dog. It seems to appear nobody has been interest in her until my husband and I visit the shelter on May 8,2009.
I felt so much compassion and genunie concern for this little chihuahua/terrier mix for I felt in my heart she has so much love to give. I took her home that day. When I got her home for the first year I had to nurse her back to health. I fed her for a few weeks by agiving her water through a dropper, fed her soft food on a spoon. I have stayed by her side around the clock. After a month of two nursing her back to health, she started becoming alive again. Wagging her tail, being cuddling, she loved her walks strolling through the community park. I named her Buttercup, she knew how to butter me up and she touched my heart in many ways.
Well Buttercup was with us for six years than she started loosing interest again in living. Developing lumps in her right leg, more followed after it. Depression sit in again. I made an appointment to the Veteriarian's she examine her but it was the not the results I wanted to hear. Buttercup had cancer. Words put a bad taste in my mouth. The expression on my face after the vet shared the news with me was like blank stare. My husband comfort words reminded that the day we adopted her on May 8, 2009, we were made aware she was already a senior dog and the shelter volunteer could not give is the exact age how old she was. She estimated guessing Buttercup was about eight or nine years old. I have to remind myself that she did not die alone or by the gas chamber in a killer shelter, she died among family who loved her in her own warm bed.
It did not make the grieving any easier. For the six years Buttercup and I were unseperatable. Buttercup was very well mannered, have never been an excessive barker, only time we heard her bark was when we be out on our walks together and she would see a big dog. Apparently she did not like big dogs. April 25, 2016, I rised from bed and did my morning routine, turn the coffee pot on, take my meds, would take Buttercup out for her morning stroll. When I kneeled down along the side of her doggy bed and called out her name, she didn't respond I knew something was wrong. I had the gut feeling inside. So I placed my hand upon her body and she was stiff as a board. I screamed out my husband's name. He opened the bedroom door, came over to me where I was kneeling dow. I think Buttercup is gone. So he kneeled down beside her and to check, she was not breathing, she was gone. I am guessing she must have crossed over the rainbow brindge during the last night or early morning. It was 11:00 am when I found her not responding or breathing.
I broke down in tears. My heart felt a deep ache inside. Called the Vet's to make an appointment to have creamted. The Vet check her out, sure enough what she expected Buttercup cancer spread to her brain and that is what led her to her death. She will be never forgotten the memories we created together of the six years of her life she became part of our family. Rest in Peace my little girl. Mommy and daddy loves you.
