I have been rather absent on twitter/my blog/life in general. My beloved 'big girl britches' died unexpectedly the night of Halloween. She was only seven years old and her death has left an enormous hole in my heart. She was a ray of sunshine and loved taking walks, running in the beach water, eating peanut butter from a spoon, sunbathing on the grass, making a beeline towards sprinklers so she could play in them(see above photo), and having her ears rubbed.
Beatrix was not even three years old when she was pulled from the tracks in Florida. We adopted her in March of 2010 and she fit right into our lives with greyhound Georgia, Sissy the cat and our chinchillas. She pretty much had health problems from the get go and saw the vet more than she cared to, but she always pulled through each illness whether it was a stroke, lyme disease and lameness in her back leg that always plagued her. But her latest illness was too much for her and her body gave up. I truly thought she would pull through, but at 9:10 p.m. as her head rested in my lap the light in her eyes left and she died. The vets still do not know what exactly she died from and were as shocked as we were that she died.
She was part of our family and now our family is missing one of its members. I feel an emptiness when I go for walks with Georgia and a hollowness throughout the house. She weighed in at 80 pounds and her presence was not only physically large but her heart was even bigger. I like to think she is still taking walks with me and Georgia and that one day I will see her again. I miss you 'little big girl'.