This is one of the most difficult blog posts for me to make at this moment…
Our dear, sweet Little Miss Freddie crossed the Rainbow Bridge far too soon this past Thursday. My husband and I are heartbroken.
Freddie came into our lives just one year, two months, and one day before her short life was tragically ended by an accident.
My heart just aches knowing how her life ended. But, remembering all the joy and fun she brought to our lives over the past year, gives me some peace.
She is…and always will be…deeply missed.
Six years ago, today…my dear, sweet Nugget crossed the Rainbow Bridge after a short battle with K9 Leukemia. He had been diagnosed just three weeks earlier.
Above: Nugget and his brother Comanche just hours after we adopted them at 8-weeks old.
My husband and I knew there was nothing that could be done that wouldn’t put Nugget through tremendous discomfort and limit the quality of what little time he had left. So, I basically let my sweet boy have a “doggy bucket list”. We played more, went for more rides on the 4-wheeler, he got more treats, and soaked up more warm fires in his bed by the pot-bellied stove. He was even playing and rolling around in the grass just the evening before his passing.
The night before he passed, Nugget was sitting beside me and I could just sense that his time was drawing near. He leaned into me as if to give me a hug. Our favorite lilac bush was in full bloom and so I went and picked a flower from the bush and held it to Nugget’s nose. He closed his eyes and sniffed the beautiful purple lilac enjoying its wonderful fragrance.
The next morning, Nugget passed away peacefully laying under our beautiful lilac bush. I’m so very thankful that he went that way and we were not forced to make the heart wrenching decision that often comes near the end of a pet’s life.
Nugget and I had such an incredible bond…a connection I’ve never felt before with any other pet. It’s a connection that cannot be explained in words. And it’s one I will carry with me forever.
It’s here…the month I’ve dreaded every year, for several years now. As hard as I try to put on a happy face and remember the good times…as everyone instructs me to do…it’s not easy.
I lost my Granny on May 22nd of 1999…the Friday going into Memorial Day weekend. She was 88 years old, and had been a big part of my life. She continued to live in Illinois after my Granddad passed when I was very young. But, every summer she’d travel to spend the summers with us. She, my mom, and I did everything together in the summers. We were like the Three Musketeers. My dad worked out of town during the week doing road construction, and my older brother was in the local Drum Corps. traveling and competing in the summertime. So it was just mom, Granny, and me. So much fun was had!
I lost my amazing mom 11 years…almost to the day…after my dear Granny. May 28th of 2010…also the Friday going into Memorial Day weekend that year. She was only 68 and had fought a difficult battle toward the end with her heart. One of the most giving hearts in the world, and it just couldn’t give any more.
I lost my best K9 buddy, Nugget, to leukemia on May 2nd of 2012. Just two years after losing my mom. It was almost more than I could take. Nugget and I had a special bond that I had never experienced with any dog before. Even a stronger bond than I had with his brother, Comanche. It was like we were one soul. He understood me better than anyone or any pet ever had.
So May is here…I will get through it again, just like in the years past…but I know it won’t be easy. I’m just going to try my best to remember the love, laughter, and happy memories…there are an abundance of those.