by Sabra
© 2000 Sabra, all rights reserved
It hurts me, everytime I think of it. It hurts to know I have power over this, it hurts to know, no matter what I do she is gone.........It just hurts. She came to my doorstep on May 1989, abused, full of ticks, fleas and a fractured left hind leg. She is my heart..........she is the best part of me, she gives me strength when I don't have any, she gives me laughter when I think I'm unable, she gives me hope when there is little.........she is my dog.....my life, my hope, my everything, my friend and her name is Sabra.
And just before Christmas, exactly two days, she had surgery for mast cell tumor and just the other day, I found another tumor, but I won't do anything, she deserves to die with dignity and respect, the same way I wish to go. She is no less than I am, but she is more than I am. She gives unconditional love and acceptance I've found no where else. A word from me stops her doing something......she was given to my keeping, I don't own her and never will. She is now and will ever be, her own person. I hope someday I'm respected the same.