Our Precious Miracle Baby Options

[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. ***

[Sassy]

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,

I have just read your post and while is sit her sobbing I am somewhat comforted by the knowledge that there are many many other people all over the world who would do and have done anything for their 'special friends'. (I refuse to call them pets, as they mean more to me than some human beings I know). Baby was a true miracle and for you to have not given up on her is wonderful and shows your true soul, how precious to have been able to give her life, you and Baby were meant to be.

I think some of us are in tune with our special friends, more so than others. when I looked deep into my Sassy’s eyes I could see her, her beauty, her honesty and most of all her love, her love of me, of our family (husband and two other Hounds of Love) and her love of life, she just kept going until the very end.

The memories of our friends are wonderful things, I mentioned that I was scared I would forget all the little special things that I loved about Sassy, so I have decided to start a blog. you mentioned that you too have had many years and holidays with Baby, maybe you could do the same? (100 things we didn't know about Baby, I would love to help you).

I have found that by writing about her and celebrating her, and while I am desperately sad she isn’t my constant companion, my intention is let as many people I can share in how wonderful she was and what a difference she made to so many peoples’ lives.

Take care of yourself, sleep when you can and I drink lots of tea.

I'm thinking of you and Baby and I can't wait to tell your story of life to my doggie pals, it's inspirational!