My precious little 4 pound Pom died yesterday. She was 12 years old and a little ball of fur. I got her before I found out I was pregnant with Clifton. She was so little. Brookley and I went to a lady's house to see her. She was six months old and had broken her leg. The cast was off and she was running around everywhere. We took her home and she has been with me ever since.
She was really my friend. All the long hours I sit and work on school work, she was there. When I go to bed, she would follow. I even had to move her bed beside mine because she was trying to make a bed on the floor to be near me. When I would get up in the mornings, she would be ready to go outside. When back inside, she would stay with me in whatever room I was in, no matter what. She loved going to the mountains. Durning the long drive, she would sit in my lap.
I think she loved me a lot. I am going to miss her so much. I told my son today "don't forget to let Foxy out" before I realized what I had said. He looked back at me and said, "it's okay Mom, I know what you mean."
This is going to take some getting used to. Tears come when I think about her, but it is okay. I will forever miss my loyal pomeranian.
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