My Sweet Little Anna By Sybil Vaughn – May 2006 I bless the day I found you and brought you to claim your family and home, Already a 10-year-old senior but so beautiful and lively and so eager to roam, Checking out your new surroundings, exploring, and asserting your position, So small, yet full of your little self and assured of your rank in this situation. You taught your younger sister, well she is actually your niece, to compete And to defend her possessions and her alpha state, but you were hard to beat. You became your Mommy’s little shadow and endeared yourself as another Who went to Rainbow Bridge before you came to bring love to your mother. I say that my first Silky Terrier, Christi, was the beginning of my love affair With the Silky breed, but when you became comfortable with your new lair, You made your way into my heart and soul and taught me about adoration, Your prance and dance and tap of excited little feet a picture of jubilation. You loved to roam about the yard, then with hair flying, run back to greet me; You treasured walkies to the park; you adored car rides though hard to see Until Mommy bought the car seats. You guarded the bed with your very life. You thought it mommy’s and yous; if necessary you settled with hostile strife. Four years is not very long, it seems so unfair that the things most precious Must leave us all too soon, however this is one of life’s truths that is atrocious. In view of this fact, some might say that it isn’t worth it to take in a senior, I will never regret taking you in; I am much more complete from your tenure. The last few months your health started declining. First there was hearing loss, Then a collapsed trachea, then PRA, and now bone cancer, causing you to toss Cry, and moan. I considered all the options. All but one was for my own gain, Not yours so I had to do what was best for you and set you free from the pain. May 3 we celebrated your 14th birthday, you seemed to be feeling much better But the very next day your pain returned, binding your little back as a fetter. You cried and it grew worse each day so on Saturday we visited the vet again, He saw the small mass on your spine; please no..now on my heart I feel strain. Our options were these: see a specialist who can diagnose but then nothing he Can do to make you get better, or we can seek a second vet’s opinion but I can see The mass on the x-rays and I know you hurt. We can get you a shot every week Or he can give me a prescription for oral meds so that pain control we will seek. He gave you another steroid injection and the instant relief you felt was so sublime. It only lasted about a day this time, so after a horrendous night, I knew the time Had come to let you go; you are too precious to continue this suffering its unbearable. I had to set you free, though my sorrow without your sweet presence is just unspeakable. Now I can imagine you running joyfully with your long beautiful hair flowing behind Across green fields and meadows of sunshine with no pain, you can play with your kind. How mommy loves you and misses you my sweet angel, I am sure that this you know. If there are animals in heaven, you’re there and I’ll join you when it’s my time to go. Lovingly Dedicated to Champion Friant’s Indy Anna May 3, 1992 – May 8, 2006 |
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