[Dailydrool] Emma who was waiting for her Mom to come home ...

[AnitaW]

My guess is Emma's mom suspected that something like this might happen, and
decided to go on her vacation anyway.  Otherwise, why the "put her in the
freezer" instructions?  That was very, very odd.  People do funny things
sometimes, for reasons even they don't understand -- if she has any
questions or recriminations, have her call the vet, who can explain exactly
what was wrong.  Again, my guess is your friend will be okay with what
occurred, it saved her from making the extremely difficult decision to have
Emma put to sleep.  You and the vet did the very best you could for Emma,
and you can be sure Emma knew it.   Sometimes there are no good options, and
you just have to do the best you can.  Emma knew she was loved, that's all
that matters.  

 

Anita Woodrum

a.woodrum at sbcglobal.net

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Sent: Saturday, September 19, 2009 12:46 AM
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Subject: [Dailydrool] Emma who was waiting for her Mom to come home ...

 

She didn't make it.

 

Oh, my friends and DD family, I am just broken-hearted and can't stop crying
as I cradle her.  Sweet Emma tried so hard through this long, endless week
to hang on for her Mom to come home.  The vets tried so hard, doing
everything they could to keep her comfortable and peaceful.  And I just held
her and loved her and prayed for her and never left her alone, not for a
minute, this whole awful week.  Now her Mom will come home and her house and
her heart will be empty, and I'll have to pick her up at the airport and
somehow find the words to tell her that we have lost forever our precious
Emma, who I knew from the minute she was born and who spent almost every day
with me; dear dear Emma whom I adored; courageous, loving little Emma who
tried with every ounce of her special spirit to wait to see her Mom once
last time.

 

I did everything I could this week to try to make it so that she could go to
the bridge while in her Mom's embrace.  I know I will forever examine and
question every move I made.  I tried to do everything for her, out of love.
I have been so exhausted and anguished that I fear I wasn't thinking
straight, and I just hope that I didn't do anything wrong for her, she
deserved pure love and peace and happiness, our poor brave little girl.

 

We were lying in bed, she was in my arms, and I'd drifted into sleep, when
suddenly I woke up, as I have so many times every night this week, whenever
she moved or her breathing changed.  This time, I knew.  For about 15
minutes I held her tightly and talked to her as her breathing changed, kept
telling her that her Mom was on her way to her, that her Mom loved her, that
I loved her, that she was the sweetest little bunny girl anyone could have,
and I just talked and hugged so that the last thing she heard and felt was
pure love, and then she was gone, in my arms, gone, gone, and I can scarcely
breathe through the pain and the tears and the grief and the wondering.

 

You have been my strength and my support through all of this, I really
couldn't have made it this far without your love and your e-mails and your
insights and your caring.  You reassured me that anything done from love is
the right choice.  I wish you all could have known Emma, oh I can't believe
I'm talking about her in the past tense, I can't believe this ... 

 

I don't know how to get through this night with her right here next to me,
but not coming back, and how to get through tomorrow and then tomorrow night
telling her Mom, and then all the time to come.

 

Thank you, all of you, my dearest DD friends, I love you and thank you and
ask that you pray for Emma, on her way to the Bridge, where my Blueberry,
who also loved her so, waits.

 

Heartbroken,

Beth

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