I think the past two days have been the hardest days I’ve had... possibly ever had. The tears just won’t stop flowing today. Even just thinking about nothing, I feel them streaming down my face.
My girl has been kicking it by my side since 2003... 15 years ago, I was blessed with my damn beautiful Emma May. She has been there with me since day one, through all my tantrums and scars from being a tomboy, to lying with me because she knew I was upset about stupid teenage bullshit. She watched me grow as I watched her grow and the bond we shared was unbreakable.
As I grew up, she would enjoy naps on my bed, play chasing around the house.. she even greeted me when I came home after being away at beauty school. She was always happy to come cuddle and lick my hair... even though it got caught in her mouth!
She always knew the second a window would open, or when you had a perfectly good ice water on the side of your bed... which was obviously hers too! She loved eating bubble gum popsicles with me.. and grew to love anything she could swipe off your plate.
When she was in the cuddly mood, she would get right up in your face and tell you how much she loved you, and appreciated you by kneading holes in your bedspread. And purring you to sleep, as long as you kept your hand on her at all times.
Her adventurous spirit was so unbelievable.. constantly sneaking out of the house and eating grass until she had a chance to kick it like karate kid. Giving us a scare every time she would leave, wondering if she’d come back. But she always did... even if we had to go pick her up.. because she was such a princess.
Her last day was so rough, her body did not allow her to do all the things that her young mind still wanted to. And it broke my heart that I couldn’t help her feel that way again, make her all better. Nothing has ever been so hard to watch.. but I stayed by her side and made sure I told her how much I loved her and how sorry I was that she had to feel this way. She got to spend time outside, on the back deck... breathing in the morning air, hearing the birds out and about and enjoying the sun go high in the sky. I know that really helped her cope with whatever was going on in her pretty little mind.
My Emma May, went to sleep peacefully under her favorite spot to sleep, under her daddy’s side of the bed... knowing that she was loved, knowing that we all felt her pain too. Knowing she wasn’t alone. 💗💗
She let all that pain disappear, and I know she’s in a better place.. I just don’t know how long it is going to take to heal, knowing that my best friend, my baby, my big eyes is no longer here on this journey with me 💕











