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[kestle]

Hello all.

Our "Baby" was born 27/11/97. She was a Patterdale Jack Russell.

She was dead at birth and left in the membrane by her mum who rejected her. I broke the membrane, she was lifeless. My husband tried to take her off me to bury her. I held onto her and told him to leave us alone. My husband went out in disgust saying "she's dead". I immediately started to vigorously massage here tiny body (about 5" long) and put her nose and mouth in mine, how long for I do not know. Suddenly there was a movement in one of her tiny paws. She then just sprang into life and squeeked. She was alive. I have never prayed so hard in my entire life.

I have always rescued animals, so perhaps my experience helped, my husband said that I must be a witch! She was so loved and spoilt. She was the boss. She was tiny but perfect, ginger haired and beautiful. I bottlefed her and I was her mummy.

It was her 13th birthday on the 27th November 2010. Her lovely ginger face was now white with age. I was so glad that she made it to 13. We bought her a new collar, lead and coat. She loved going out in the car and had lots of caravan holidays. Recently she just went out on little walks as she was doddery. From the 7th December she refused any of her favourite foods. On the 8th December her little legs began to give way and she just wanted to sleep. She was in the house on a quilt, comfy at the side of the radiator. She was telling us that the was ready to go to heaven. She went in her sleep peacefully, with my sons and I stroking and kissing her, holding her little paws. We are so grateful for 13 wonderful years and she will always be with us. She is buried outside my front door in her new coat, collar and lead.

My husband died five years ago aged just 53. He loved Baby so much, as we all did. I hope my husband is now looking after her as we have, our Baby was a miracle.

We are devastated yet happy for her.

Bless her, be happy our precious Baby, we love you so much.

It's the ones left behind who suffer. She really was our Baby from the day she took her first breath to the say she took her last. She was there for us and we were there for her. It could never have been long enough. ***

[kestle]

Dear all,

I can't thank you enough for your fantastic words of comfort and support. It has really brought it into focus how much you care and understand.

Today has been really hard, possibly my worst day so far. I feel I must have bottomless wells behind my eyes. I can't sleep or eat and feel so weak physically. I am trying so hard to celebrate Baby's life, but perhaps selfishly I am wallowing in self pity and yearning.

My eldest son phoned today and said "Why are you still crying? After all the animals you have had and lost you should have an established coping mechanism". I can't answer that, I only know how broken I feel, I see her little face and ask out loud why, why, why do we have to lose such loyal true darlings? I suppose I must be much less strong these days as time goes by.

My baby was extra special because I was her mummy in every sense of the word, from the start the bond is as strong as between human mother and child. I have five sons so I know the bonding feelings.

This has been so traumatic can't begin to explain it to my lads because they will never be a mum. I couldn't protect her from age or death in the end.

Please god let her be young again in heaven for all who loved her and her canine buddies gone before.

Bless them all and all of you on lightning strike. xx

Baby: 27/11/97 to 08/12/10