I can't believe that my sweet girl has been gone for a year. I remember the way the weather was on 12/9 and it was just like that this year. Cold, icy and full of snow. blah. I remember leaving her there and waiting for the Doctor to call us with the news about bloodwork. I remember singing to her and giving her one last kiss.
I remember everything and it still hurts.
Pita,
I still think about you everyday and I wonder how much better you are without the meds. I bet you are still full of spunk and run around like a maniac. Just because I don't think of you as often as I once did doesn't mean I love you less. I hope you and Rhaja are snuggling lots together. I miss you both tremendously.
Love,
Momma
