They say that death comes in threes. This came true, for me, on Sunday. My mom, June 1, 2014 Melody, July 1, 2014 Pearl, July 6, 2014 Ive had Pearl since she was 10 weeks old. From day one I knew she was different. She was full of foibles all wrapped up in a French Bulldog body. She hated feet, despised children and resisted change of any kind. She did not have that playful frenchie personality. Her nickname was fun police. She felt it was her duty to stop any play activities the other dogs might enjoy. I knew early on that it would be my job to protect her, from herself. She knew that I would always be there whenever she got herself into a jam she couldnt get out of. She suffered her first seizure about a year ago. After an MRI she was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. Basically, I was told that the seizures would slowly increase until a decision to let her go would have to be made. On Sunday she took that decision out of my hands. She suffered a seizure so severe that it ended her life. My sweet baby, that I had vowed to protect, left me. She was nine years old. I have another hole in my heart and space by my side. She was one of a kind, my Pearl, and I will miss her for the rest of my life.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 04:26:16 +0000
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