I sit here alone.
I should be getting ready for my work day.
It is quiet here, hubby took my daughter to his parents.
He is going to bury my dog.
We rescued Lexie. She was obviously abused. We were told she traded several times for drugs. She was burned by cigarettes and had been given up by at least 5 homes.
I had 1 dog, a Corgi named Morgan, and a cat, named Ashes who passed in July.
To say she was hyper would be an understatement. Lexie was bonkers, off the wall crazy.
She had a sweet side though and I think that tempered the crazy.
Like I told you in my last post we knew it was coming.
She was getting sicker everyday.
We knew she probably wouldn't make the weekend.
Yesterday afternoon my husband carried her into her room because she could barely walk anymore.
I laid with her and told her it was okay to go.
I petted her and told her it was time we said goodbye and that she was loved and that she would be missed.
I told her she was a good girl and that she could go play with the cat, she loved the cat.
I know she heard and understood me.
When we woke this morning for church she was gone.
Goodbye sweet Lexie.