Squirt - my Queen has crossed The Bridge

Sas...as the others have said, all I can add is ...Wow! Exactly how we all feel! It couldn't have been put better.

Leslie, thinking of you.

Hugs, Jo Ann and Eli

Absolutely beautiful. <3

Dear Leslie,

I have not been here in awhile and I was shocked and saddened to learn of Squirt's passing. There are certain people and their beloved dogs that, over the years, I have come to expect are, and will always be, here. Of course, you and Squirt are among them. I am so terribly, terribly sorry to read of your loss. You were so brave in doing the best for Squirt in the end. I am so sorry it was more difficult than anyone would expect. You are right, though, it could have been much worse and you did all you could to protect Squirt and spare her of pain.

I loved reading Squirt's story. Seems like very often fate brings us our "heart" dog. Alivia also came to me when I was not looking for a dog. Funny how that happens. The grieving process is a strange thing. Just be good to yourself and know that there are so many here that love you both and care. With Squirt, Zoe and Alivia there, the Rainbow Bridge will NEVER be the same!

Sending you hugs.

Leslie:
Thinking of you and hoping you are taking care of yourself. I know how far you are down in that deep dark hole, and I am worried about you. Some people don't realize it is like losing a person. Some people live with their dogs longer than they do people. Blessings
Patti

Thinking of you Leslie, sending you prayers of love healing and peace.

Hey Leslie, checking in on you and hope that you are doing okay and treating yourself well.

hugs and love
Sharlene and molly muffin

Leslie:
I saw bad storms down south and was thinking of you and how Squirt was not exactly fond of them either. Tipper is on high alert with her little ears moving like antennae at the slightest sound. Her bp was high today when they took it as she was already worked up. This has been a bad season already for this and bad timing for Tipper altogether. Hope you are taking care of yourself, and hope the babies are well. Blessings
Patti

So very truly sorry Leslie, for your loss of beautiful little Squirt's daily companionship. Your precious angel Squirt now watches over you with great love and gratitude. Your story of your beginning together was heart-warming and inspirational. Wishes of much comfort and healing to your hearts upon your loss. Thank you for saving adorable Squirt as a puppy, and loving her with such true devotion. Hugs to you and again my condolences.

Checking in on you gf! Sending hugs and comfort your way. Hope the days are easier to face and your pain lessens.

Skipping stones on water –

You select some small smooth flat stones then fling them one at a time like a teeny Frisbee toward the surface of the water, the goal being to cause the stone to skip across the stop of the water. As stone hits the water for the first time, it depresses the surface of the water a tiny bit creating a small splash and a ring of minute waves spreading out from the point of contact. As the force pulls the stone up and it becomes air-borne again, water drips from the wet stone onto the surface below, creating series of teeny splashes and concentric over-lapping rings until the stone again briefly touches the surface, another splash more rings, then in the air once again skipping toward the next point of contact. Because the stone is moving forward across the water, in addition to the splashes and rings it leaves a V-shaped pattern behind as it moves on.

Sometimes the stone will skip twice then sink but sometimes it will make contact 10 times or more. Some stones will gradually slow as they travel leaving less and less impact in their wake while others seem to bounce with the same force until the sink. And some never skip, immediately sinking into the water as if that were the intent.

This is the pattern of my grief.

One stone, one event, at times not only spreading through my Soul in waves of unbelievable pain, but this one stone, this one event, reaches back and revives other losses, other agonies.

I’ve been sitting by my dad’s hospital bed as they unhooked the machines that were keeping him alive, holding his hand, telling him it was ok, that we would be alright. I’ve heard that early morning phone call telling me Gia had died suddenly, unexpectedly, and heard myself screaming, “no no no no…” I’ve held my mom’s hand, seen her emaciated shell struggling for that next breath. I’ve heard the thud and seen Crys dragging her shattered body up the drive. I’ve held Tasha and Josie and so many others in their last breaths. I’ve relived the passings of all my babies.

I feel so empty. I miss my Sweet Bebe so so much I can barely breath at times.