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elisabet
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2011-01-30 7-09-35- |
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My Little Queen.
I got you when you were 6 weeks old. I was 13. We grew up together, you and I. We weathered the storms, the trials and tribulations. We celebrated together, chased birds in the park and you brought me a baby rabbit to nurse to health. You used to think you were 10 feet tall and bullet proof, all 25 lbs of you. I laughed when you bullied Brandon's 120lbs off his bed to take his spot. You were my Timex girl. You took a lickin' and kept on tickin'. You survived cows sitting on you, horses kicking you, surgery.. Remember when you ate that cable lubricant and got your stomach pumped? You came back to me blowing bubbles in the charcoal they coated your tummy with. You even survived the attacks from Peyton when she had her brain tumor and her behavior changes. I know she didn't mean it. She was sick. That was only last year. Everyone had written you off, after all, Peyton was a Great Dane and outweighed you by 120lbs. But you did it. You beat the odds. Today, I let you go. You told me it was time. You stopped eating and lost so much weight. You couldn't get up that one step to get back in the house from the yard. That spark was just gone. I held you in my arms while you softly slipped away. My final act of love was to let you be at rest. There is a hole in my heart where you used to live. I know you are up there, pushing Peyton off her bed to take that soft sleeping spot. I know you are chasing birds and squirrels with renewed vigor. Remember, it's catch and release up there. No teeth, ok? I'll miss you, Cheyenne, my little queen. I'll see you again. Say hi to Alex and Peyton. Tell them I miss them. I love you.
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