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Evita died at 10:30am this morning.
Mom and I carried her out earlier this morning for some fresh air. We put her on her matress bed, on top of her favorite quilt, on the back deck in the shade, and created an awning over her as extra protection from any stray scrap of sun. And Mom spent the next two hours with her, just sitting and talking to her, telling her how much we loved her and how much she meant to us.
And when Mom got up and left for a few minutes, she heard a bark, and when she came back, Evita was gone.
I am convinced that that bark was her saying good bye and I love you all wrapped into one. When I carried her out earlier that morning she was limp. There was no Evita spark left in her this morning, just her barely breathing. But she still managed to say goodbye at the end. She managed to give some sign that she was departing, to let her Mommy know that she was going, and that she loved her.
We buried her this afternoon, on top of her favorite quilt, with photos of the four of us, and her favorite frog, and the flag she used to salute, and the bandana that used to look so good on her. She's buried in the white garden, where we can look out on her from our kitchen window. And its shady there, and very peaceful.
Rest in peace, sweetheart, rest in peace. I love you and always will. You were so special and brought so much joy and love into our lives. Fourteen years of wonderful amazing times together. You were our protector, our safety, our rock. You were our one sweet Evita and you'll live on forever in our hearts.
I miss you.
Mom and I carried her out earlier this morning for some fresh air. We put her on her matress bed, on top of her favorite quilt, on the back deck in the shade, and created an awning over her as extra protection from any stray scrap of sun. And Mom spent the next two hours with her, just sitting and talking to her, telling her how much we loved her and how much she meant to us.
And when Mom got up and left for a few minutes, she heard a bark, and when she came back, Evita was gone.
I am convinced that that bark was her saying good bye and I love you all wrapped into one. When I carried her out earlier that morning she was limp. There was no Evita spark left in her this morning, just her barely breathing. But she still managed to say goodbye at the end. She managed to give some sign that she was departing, to let her Mommy know that she was going, and that she loved her.
We buried her this afternoon, on top of her favorite quilt, with photos of the four of us, and her favorite frog, and the flag she used to salute, and the bandana that used to look so good on her. She's buried in the white garden, where we can look out on her from our kitchen window. And its shady there, and very peaceful.
Rest in peace, sweetheart, rest in peace. I love you and always will. You were so special and brought so much joy and love into our lives. Fourteen years of wonderful amazing times together. You were our protector, our safety, our rock. You were our one sweet Evita and you'll live on forever in our hearts.
I miss you.