R.I.P. my dear Mozzie

Last Monday my other beloved French Bulldog Moe joined Curly in the stars.

Moe had been unwell for a few days, and old for a few years.

Unfortunately her tummy virus got the better of her and it was up to me to make the decision whether or not to put her through anymore pain. For the past few months I had been thinking it might be time, but I could not make the final decision. Her beautiful smooshy face kept me from it.

This time though I knew that if I did not do it I would continue to struggle with the decision and Moe would continue to get worse.

When I held my special angel in my arms, I feel like she let me know that it was finally ok. She looked me in the eye and I just knew. It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do, and I pray that I never have to do it again.

I have always heard of people having to make the "final decision" but I never imagined how dificult it could be. My brother and I chose to be there when it happened.

We were with her to the end, telling her we loved her and looking into her eyes as she took her final breath. It was quick and gentle. She became sleepy, looked up at me and Hudson and then put her head down and closed her eyes. We kissed her, cuddled her, and cried.

I cannot believe she is gone. Our beautiful old woman. But now she is with my sweet Curly. Her little sister who passed in December 2009. They can now be together forever.

Rest in peace sweet Moe. I love you more than you will ever know.