My baby girl met Jesus this morning.

Yes, she is in the fur baby category, but she was my baby. 

I'm still having a hard time accepting this reality. 

It's just not sinking in. 

I can't believe that I am writing this post today. 

She was funny, spunky, warm, loving, loyal and forgiving. 

She comforted me when I was down, she gave kisses when I needed them most and she had the worlds best ears when I needed someone to talk to. 

We brought her home when she was 5.5 weeks old. 

She was my birthday present in 2005. 

She was only 6 1/2 years old. 

She was baby. She was my baby girl.  She was my friend. She was my Jaycee. 

Cohen loved her and misses her so much. 

Even though it's only been a few hours since we said our goodbyes, we feel so lost without her.  The house is so quite. There are no tug of war games, no puppy kisses on Kyah and no fur baby snuggles. 

Last night she wasn't feeling very well so she sat on the chair next to me and watched the boys play in the yard. 

We were besties I tell ya. 

My head is pounding and my eyes are so swollen from crying so much today. 

I miss her. 

Kyah misses her too. He doesn't understand where his best friend is. 

These two were inseparable. 

He had to see her first thing in the morning. 

She was always there to greet him when he woke up from his nap.

He would always giggle to get her kisses and see her fluffy face. 

Last night she struggled but she managed to give us a puppy smile. 

She was recently diagnosed with Diabetes. We did everything we could for her. She received 2 insulin shots every day at the same time everyday.  

We gave her special food and extra love. 

She had good weeks and she had bad weeks.

Night before last she had a rough night. She woke us up to go potty outside at least 4 times. 

Around 6am we left her outside. {it was still cool out}. 

She started throwing up yesterday afternoon. 

She was in a lot of pain. We couldn't even pet her sides. 

She laid next to me on the couch for some evening snuggles. 

She stopped walking. 

She stopped eating. 

She stopped drinking. 

We took her to the vet this morning. I was relieved that she made it through the night. 

She had what we suspected. Renal Failure. Those were the hardest words I have ever heard.

The Doc explained that she was at the end and that there was nothing else left to be done. 

He gave us the option to bring her home and allow her to suffer through her last hours {maybe a day}. I absolutely could not sit there and watch her suffer any longer.  

We said our goodbyes and gave lots of kisses. We hugged and talked. 

I got to tell her how much I loved her and that I wished there was something to make her better. 

I told her that I would miss her more than she would ever know. 

This was us right before she went to be with Jesus. 

I miss her.