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"It's okay love, I got you" The words play in my mind as I remember the first time she held me. My human picked me up out of that lonely cage and cradled my little body close to hers. She was so big then, and I was so small. The days of cuddling, playing and being rubbed and scratched all over were blissful. I would ask for treats and she almost always gave me some. There were times when she didn't, but I would wait until she was distracted and ask again. I have her trained to give me treats whenever I sit in front of the treat shelf. I'm fighting so hard to stay awake now, each breath a struggle. My human is doing her best to comfort me as she cries. I know she keeps telling me it's okay, that she'll be okay, but I worry about her. Who's going to lay with her when she's crying? Who will she hold, pet and love on when she needs comfort? I don't think anyone else has watched her pace the house for hours on end when an idea has struck her or a problem needs solved. It's hard enough for me to get her to stop for a while! More importantly, who will she share her cheese and peanut butter with if not me? I have to get up and move, the nausea is bad and I feel so weak, but I want to stay with my human until she falls asleep. I want to make sure she gets some rest; I want to see her resting peacefully before I go. I remember how much fun I've had with my human - visiting friends and family, then getting to go home and rest after dealing with everyone. Especially other dogs, especially that puppy! There was the time we lived in the mountains; I got to go hiking a lot - without a leash. That's something about living here that I love - no leash when I go outside. There's also the horses, they're fun to hang out with, and the forest out back! My human sometimes gets worried about me running around, but I do it anyway. She's finally falling asleep. She's so tired, she's been worried about me all day. For two days really. I didn't want her to know I was sick, but I couldn't hide it anymore. I found my favorite spot on the floor. In the morning the sun shines right here for a good while. Every time my human sees me here she asks if I'm sunbathing. Hell yes I'm sunbathing! I sunbathe at every opportunity, though outside sprawled on the grass is my favorite. Unless it's really hot out, then laying in a puddle while sunbathing is best. I can no longer hold up my head and I drop it to the floor as quietly as possible. I don't want to wake my human. Not yet. She's sleeping so peacefully on her little floor nest. It's so cute how, when either of us are sick, she'll make a little nest on the floor - instead of sleeping on her bed. I want to snuggle up to her one last time before I go, but I don't have anymore strength left as I fight for my last breath. Never taking my eyes off my human. Everything has become dark and I feel no more pain. Just as I feel the warmth of the sun getting closer I hear my human crying softly as she wraps my body... "It's okay love, I got you."  In Loving Memory of KC April 11, 2012 - January 3, 2022 Read The Story Behind the Story: I Got You blog post
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