Sierra's blog: "Therapy"

Ok, so it's like 5:00am on a Tuesday morning... just woke up (thanks to stomach issues).  Missy Renee' was my babygirl, she was part Chihuahua and part Jack Russell.  The smartest and loving (emotional) dog I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.  You see, she was picked out by my Jessica...my daughter who passed away back in 2008.  I gave her the name Missy, because I had this fuzzy tennis ball thing on my key chain, and when she was about 6 weeks old, she took my keys by that stupid ball, and took off with them.  I yelled at her.. where you do you think you're going with my keys, little Missy! The name stuck.. Jessica gave her, her middle name of Renee'.  They were inseperable.  When Jessica died, Missy would sit and wait at the front door, anytime she heard the school bus.  She was just sit there, for hours... I would try to feed her, and she refused to eat.  Wound up having to force feed her sugar water and pedialyte.  This went on for about 3 weeks after Jessica died.  She actually developed ulcertaive colitis, because of the stress she was going through.  Countless vet visits...a few times she had to get put in ICU, due to loss of blood.  She was wayyyy more than "just a dog" to me.  She had this orange ball..she loved it, got her one in blue...same ball..just blue..never played with it..only the orange ball would do.. Oh! and how she loved to chase the lazer light..and when she would get tired of chasing it, she would just bark at it.  She passed away on 9/5/19.. it's been a struggle.. She was  2 days shy of 16 years and 3 months old.  sucks..hurts...feels like I've been gut punched, every time I wake up..and she's not here... 16 years! I know I should be thankful for those years, and I am... I was just wanting her to make the new world record for the oldest dog.. yes I'm greedy like that.  

Think I'm going to pause here....and to be continued...