Sweetie & Holly

Sweetie is the little Yorkie in front, Holly is the foxy, red Pom in back and we lost them both in April of 2014.

I usually write a eulogy for my dogs when we lose one but I have not been able to say goodbye to these two. They were such bright lights in our home and losing them both so close together was a nightmare. Both of these little dogs came to us as rescues, Sweetie's owner was in a nursing home and her care takers were not kind to her. Holly came to us from a rescue friend who saved her from a terrible breeder.

When Sweetie came to us, it was just going to be for a short stay until we found her a home. She had been locked in a basement for 5 months and was so happy to be out and among people again that she was super hyper. She barked, turned in circles and zipped around like a crazy dog. Once she understood she was not going to be sent to the basement and that sofas and beds were once again in her future, she became the happiest of dogs. At one point I wanted to change her name but the fact is, once we got to know her there clearly was no other name that fit her. She came here a "Sweetie" and she left here a Sweetie.  Cancer may have robbed her of a few more years but it could not take away her wonderful personality.

Holly the pretty, red Pom left us way too soon. She was such a character. She was happy go lucky and silly and just loved life. We called her our rabble rouser because she would be sitting outside and all of a sudden jump up, run to the other side of the yard barking her head off. All the other dogs would take off after her barking like idiots and Holly would stop in her tracks, walk back to where she started and sit back down watching the fun. Oh what a stinker she was. 

I don't know what happened to her. She laid down on the deck one day, went to sleep and never woke up. She had been to the vet a few months previous, her bloodwork was good, her dental went well, she had a clean bill of health. The days and weeks before she died she exhibited no symptoms. She ate supper the night before and breakfast the day she died. I just don't know what happened to her. I do know that this house is a bit quieter, there is a certain silliness missing and there is a hole where both Holly and Sweetie once were.

I really can't write a eulogy for these two little ones. Maybe someday but not today. For now girls just know, Mom loves you both.