I lost my best friend, Bobbi Jo. I rescued her during fourth of July weekend in 1992 and had to put her to eternal slumber on August 12,2011. I can not tell you all the rough patches we hit, but we made it through all of them together. This time I'm alone and not sure if I can make it. It's so hard to get out of bed and go to work. In her final days, Bobbi Jo had suffered 2 strokes, with the second one leaving her unable to walk. She stopped eating and just laid on her blanket and whined. Her final night at home I held her on my lap and rocked her, trying to comfort her and maybe, in some way, myself as well. She was the child I could never have and I spoiled her rotten. I can't stop thinking about her and everytime I do think about her I cry. It's hard for me to go to work or even to just function from day to day. I'm so depressed I hurt. It will be 3 weeks on friday that I lost my little angel, but it seems a lot longer to me. I feel as if my heart has been ripped out of chest. My days off from work I lay on the couch and don't get up unless I have too. I sleep alot and sometimes I think I hear her toenails clicking on the kitchen floor or feel her nudging me like she used too when she needed to go outside. I survived my parents death and the death of a good and close friend and together, Bobbi Jo and I made it through my divorce, but losing Bobbi Jo is the hardest thing I have ever faced and I'm not so sure I'll make it through this in one piece. I will always love and miss you my baby girl.
