I have been avoiding the computer for the last little while because my life has been a little topsy turvy due to illnesses with friends and family.
Two weeks ago I lost my shadow. Our princess, Casey when over the Rainbow Bridge at the beginning of the month after battling several illnesses.
It was so hard to say goodbye to her as she has been my constant shadow since we adopted her on 1/4/09.
When we adopted her she was scared of so many things, men (except for Mr. Books), little boys, kids on bikes, had separation anxiety and would run and hide at the slightest loud noise.
But with our frequent camping trips she blossomed into a much more confident little girl. While she never fully got over her fear of men, she did get to a place where she could approach them and would let them pet her (as long as they waited for her to be comfortable).
It is hard to go into my sewing room because she would always follow me and curl up in her bed to make sure that she knew where I was at all times. And it will be hard to have pizza in the house because she would always sing for pieces of the pizza crust.
She was such a sweet little pup and while my heart is broken and my tears come very easily I do believe that she had the best 7 years, 7 months that we could have given her.
Good night, Pumpkin Girl.
In peace and pieces,
Sherry
This content was originally posted on the quilt blog Books, Hooks, Sticks, etc. (www.bookshookssticksetc.blogspot.com). If you are reading this on any site other than the original or quilterblogs.com it is WITHOUT my permission and the content has been stolen.
Two weeks ago I lost my shadow. Our princess, Casey when over the Rainbow Bridge at the beginning of the month after battling several illnesses.
It was so hard to say goodbye to her as she has been my constant shadow since we adopted her on 1/4/09.
When we adopted her she was scared of so many things, men (except for Mr. Books), little boys, kids on bikes, had separation anxiety and would run and hide at the slightest loud noise.
But with our frequent camping trips she blossomed into a much more confident little girl. While she never fully got over her fear of men, she did get to a place where she could approach them and would let them pet her (as long as they waited for her to be comfortable).
It is hard to go into my sewing room because she would always follow me and curl up in her bed to make sure that she knew where I was at all times. And it will be hard to have pizza in the house because she would always sing for pieces of the pizza crust.
She was such a sweet little pup and while my heart is broken and my tears come very easily I do believe that she had the best 7 years, 7 months that we could have given her.
Good night, Pumpkin Girl.
In peace and pieces,
Sherry
This content was originally posted on the quilt blog Books, Hooks, Sticks, etc. (www.bookshookssticksetc.blogspot.com). If you are reading this on any site other than the original or quilterblogs.com it is WITHOUT my permission and the content has been stolen.












