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Isabel'sMommy
55 years old
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Bucks County, PA
Born July-27-1964
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Animals! Especially dogs, cats and horses. Jewelry-making, needlework, gardening, long walks with my husband and now our one dog, visiting my kids at college, spoiling my kids when they visit us.
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18 Oct 2007
Our poor little lady was two weeks shy of her five year birthday - far too young to leave us! She contracted Lyme disease (we're fraught with it here in the NE), but instead of going to her joints as is usually the case it went straight to her little kidneys and just decimated them.

We were able to treat the disease with diet and medication for just under two months as Lyme-induced renal failure is particularly aggressive. Then on Sunday the 14th her little nose started bleeding and she was whimpering and scared not understanding what was happening. We soothed her and mopped her nose and told her not to worry about the mess, everything was OK, Mommy and Daddy were right here, no worries. She bled off and on all day, and when she wasn't bleeding she was sneezing because clots would form in her nose.

Monday morning I called and made an appointment for 2:30 that afternoon with her favorite non-threatening lady vet and we went and she sat in her Daddy's lap where she always feels most safe and it was quick and the life just left her beautiful brown eyes. They left us to take as much time as we needed and told us we could leave through the back door. We wrapped Isabel in one of her favorite Daddy-shirts and put her in an Easter basket.

When we got home, my husband dug a grave by the fishpond he had built which she had thought was her own personal waterpark. She had "helped" Daddy with some of the concrete and left a pawprint in the concrete which is now her grave marker. We opened her wrappings one last time, put in her favorite toys and gave her head one last stroke. Then we lowered her into the ground, we each threw a handful of dirt in and then my husband finished with the shovel. I'm glad we live in the country where we can do this, and I'm glad we own our home and are never planning on leaving so that we'll always be close to her.

Now - if I could just remember how to breath... I know I used to do this without thinking, but now everything is an effort - and did I mention this huge very painful weight on my chest? When might that be leaving because I don't like it at all and it seems to get heavier every time I think of Isabel. And I can't seem to stop thinking of Isabel - and crying - and more crying. Reading your stories I know you all know how I feel and it feels good just to get this story out to listeners with sensative ears. This website is a Godsend!
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