April 1999 - 4 February 2012
The first night Missy didn't greet daddy at the door we knew that something was wrong. She stopped eating and wouldn't move from her bed.
It was a Saturday evening and there were no animal clinics open. We found a pet emergency hospital and took her there. The blood work revealed that she had cancer. That thought had never even crossed our minds.
It took several minutes for the realization of it all to sink in. We didn't want her to suffer so we tearfully said our goodbyes.
Fifteen minutes into our drive home on I-10 around 3:00 a.m., a white dove flew toward our car and then took a sharp left. We both felt that was a sign. Missy was saying goodbye and letting us know that she was in peace.
I sure am going to miss the way that she demanded to get first hugs and kisses when hubby came home from work. She was definitely daddy's girl. I know it is going to be hard on him when he walks in the door tonight.
We love you Missy.