Phoebe, you left us almost 4 months ago… on the edge of 17…. just like a white winged dove… You still loved going to the beach and for stroller walks, and managed to go potty outside, even though your eyes had long since failed you. We carried you up and down the stairs every night, grateful that you were a little thing. When the seizures started coming more often, we knew your little body was saying it’s good-byes. Savanna, your first mama, who had begged for a little white fluffy dog when she was 13, and was now 30, told us it was time – oh you told us too, but I didn’t want to hear it. You didn’t like the vet, so i decided months ago that the vet would not be your last stop before the rainbow bridge. Paws into Grace made your last day with us as pleasant as possible for you and us. We will miss you and love you forever, little one. You are always in our hearts.
