Patsy was born on St. Patricks Day. She wasn’t even a year and a half old yet. She suddenly got sick last week. She refused to eat her food and she was very lethargic. We took her to the vet three times. They couldn’t find anything wrong. All they did was give her a shot for nausea and send us on our way. Even after bloodwork and X-rays and examinations. Even when we told them she kept having diarrhea and vomiting. She was not herself, but the vets assured us she would be fine, so we remained hopeful. But nothing ever could’ve prepared us for what happened. Overnight, on Saturday night, she took a turn for the worst. I woke up to find her weak lying on the floor, trying to hide. I won’t explain it all here because it was absolutely horrifying and traumatic. I tried to help her, tried to get her out the door. But it was too late. Our poor baby.

It was so sudden and so heartbreaking. She was our world. Our happy go lucky girl. Always there to sing her little songs and cuddle. She loved everyone and everyone loved her. Instantly lovable. So precious and so special.

Now our home feels hollow, because it doesn’t even feel like home without her.

We didn’t get enough time with her. Although I know for sure she knew how loved she was. Still is.

On behalf of Dave and I, I am asking for some help with Patsy’s last vet visit and her cremation. We picked up our girl yesterday. It was terribly hard.

But if you’re able to help us with these expenses at all, we would appreciate it so much. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Whether you met her or not, Patsy loves you ❤️