On 3/30/07, a very large piece of my heart died forever. That is the day we helped Blaze cross the bridge.
You were 13 days past your 14th birthday. And as much as I wanted to keep you with me forever, I knew it was not fair to you any longer. Your body was failing you and we think you were in pain, though you never told us. Your poor nose was so raw and was just being eaten away. You could not see or hear any longer. Yet when we touched you, you raised your head to look in our direction and wagged your tail.
Blaze, holding you while Dr. Rock gave you that injection was the toughest thing I have ever had to do in my life. And still, 1 year later, it hurts like it was just this morning.
Logically, I know we did the right thing for you, Fudd. But emotionally, I feel like I failed you as a Mommy. Maybe I should have let you live longer. How do I really know you were ready? Maybe I waited too long? Was your pain so great and I was just too blind to it? These are questions I will never really know the answer to until we meet again.
Until then, my sweet Fudd, please know that Mommy loves you and misses you like crazy!