My baby has joined her big brother in Heaven.
The grief of losing Harley was too much for Sophie. She stopped eating, and when her appetite returned, the anemia she was diagnosed with several years ago seemed to have taken hold.
She endured a blood transfusion and looked to be coming back to me, but it wasn't to be. She died Jan. 26.
I loved that baby the second I saw her, running alongside the road. She was mine from that moment on, so defenseless, so in need of someone to love her, protect her. And Harley and I did just that. She was always such a diva, made such a big deal out of nothing, any mishap was a crisis that she needed help from. And now I know it was because she was filling a void in my heart that will remain empty now for the rest of my life.
I am consumed with grief and guilt - guilt for not being able to save her.
My life will never be the same without that angelic creature to meet me after a bad day... or a good day, with a tail wag, begging to be picked up and held so she could give me a kiss that would melt my heart.
She will always her her mommy's princess. And I will miss her with all my heart until the day I die.
