She was with us for 8 years and traveled from Phoenix, AZ (via airplane), to
Baltimore, MD and then to Denver (driving across country). We drove to Phoenix, AZ
this past Christmas while visiting family and took her with us.
She would run up to us when we came home from work just like the 3 dogs. She wanted
to let us know she was waiting for her yogurt drops. She loved those treats. When you
would shake the box she would come running from wherever she was hiding to get them. If
she was there when you were taking them out of the box she would try to stick her nose in
the opening because she wanted them "NOW". When she wanted you to pet her she
would come up and lick your hand and then stick her head under your hand so you could pet
her some more. She would run up to our dog Brandy and bury her head near her face. She
wanted Brandy to lick her head. It sometimes looked like she gave her a bath. When
Cuddles got too wet she would run away and finish grooming herself. I think she
thought Brandy was her mother!
I didn't realize how much I would miss her until she was gone. I used to
complain about the mess but would give anything to have that mess to clean up again. Every
time I look at where her cage stood next to the fireplace I get tears in my eyes
because she is not there. I framed and hung a copy of the Rainbow Bridge Poem that the Vet
gave me with her footprints and day she passed away. Below that I have a picture of her
along with the Sympathy card we received from the Vet. Her words made me feel
a lot better about the decision I made to let her go. She wrote that after Cuddles passed
away she felt her stomach and found a mass. She said she didn't believe it was a blockage
so I guess it was a tumor. We didn't want Cuddles to suffer if there was no hope for
a recovery. Hopefully I made the right decision. Whether it was right or not I made
it with LOVE.
I was feeling really bad because I could not make myself go to see her one
last time. I felt like I was abandoning her and was a coward. I rubbed her head and kissed
her goodbye before I left her there to receive fluids but never really said a final
goodbye. I wanted to remember her the way she was and not have an image of her in my mind
with needles stuck in her and having a difficult time breathing. I couldn't bear to watch
her pass away in front of my eyes. I only have memories of her being alive and knowing I
gave her a good life for 8 years. I hope to see her again someday. Until then I will
always love and remember her.
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