by Amanda Beadle
(Columbia SC)
I got her when she was 6 1/2 weeks old. The little ball of white fur, so soft and sweet. I put her in the car and she went nuts. We got her home and put her in the laundry room till she could calm down and all she kept doing was jumping up and down wailing the whole time wanting out.
As the years passed ob1 was there for me through the births of my children, watching them grow and keeping them warm. Stealing their pillow in the middle of the night, and just flopping down on me when she wanted to be loved on. Her best personality trait was when she would sing and dance for her food.
When I was woken up by my children on February 20, 2009 she was throwing up and couldn't stop. I picked her up not knowing what to do. She jumped down and continued. I went back into my room to get something for her and she got in front of my door crouched down looked at the floor then looked at me and her head fell to the floor. We picked her up so the kids wouldn't see and we put her in the bathroom, hoping then she was fine. Me and my Husband talked for a min and we decided that if she wasn't any better within a couple of minutes that she would go to the vet.
So I proceeded to take the kids to the bus stop. But low and behold she was gone when I got back. All I could do was hold her and tell her everything would be fine and I kissed her on top of the head told her how much I loved her and how much she will be missed.... I'll never forget that day and people tell me that it gets easier but I have not seen that yet.