A few weeks ago I took Tessa to the vet because she just wasn't acting like her normal self. He couldn't really tell me what was wrong, but he gave her a shot of antibiotics, b12, and a steroid. She started acting a little better, but last Thursday and Friday, she just went downhill. Kidney failure. I made the heartbreaking decision on Friday to have her put down. I've had a couple of days to adjust, and feel I made the only decision I could, but the guilt still weighs heavily on me. She was just six years old, and my sweet baby girl. She could always be found next to me whether I be knitting, sitting on the computer, sleeping, or any number of places. She always greeted me when I came home and on occasion I think she missed me more than my own children some days. Her passing leaves a huge bruise on my heart that will take a long time to heal. I will miss her always for she gave me love every day without ever expecting anything in return. She was my friend, my family, my boo.
Tessa My Baby Girl