Real Talk!

June 5, 2005-October 6, 2008

I wanted to write something perfect today and I can’t. I realize that language is insufficient to express my emotions. I can’t begin and I know that I won’t be able to bear the ending.

She was a sparkling, spritely, pup. About four pounds of fluff, she seemed oblivious of her diminutive size... except when she needed help getting up on something. She was smart and certain, eager and lively and she listened about as well as she communicated with us.

She was more special than the word special might even suggest.

We called her Billie… or muffy… short for muffin.

She did everything with us. Perching on my shoulder in the car… carrying her little green baby (a furry squeaky toy) around, protecting it… or squeezing it in her lips, teasingly squeaking at us, c’mon play… c'mon throw the ball, please.

Billie was our furry baby.

Billie had to leave us, suddenly yesterday. The Vet said it was a birth defect and there was nothing that could be done. We were fortunate to have her as long as we did.

The loss feels devastating... that little girl was much loved.