Oct 28 2014~ Dec 23 2017
My precious little Prince Biscuit passed away on the 23rd Dec, and I am still having a hard time trying to keep it together. He wasn't just a little dog to me. My husband said to just say there was a death in the family, and leave it at that to avoid people rolling their eyes that I could be so upset over a pet. But I'm not like that...frankly, I could care less if someone rolls their eyes at me....and if they did, they dont know me anyways. My oldest daughter gave me Biskie for Christmas in 2014, and hes been literally with me, by my side ever since. I just cant believe hes gone. My heart isn't broken, its crumbled into dust
It was a horrible Christmas...husband kept telling me to find happiness for the day, and I tried, but cried the whole day, children did too. It's not the same without him~ hearing the jingles of the tags on his collar~ him getting the zoomies and running all over the house, constantly squeeking his toys or scooting them over the floor. Bedtime is horrible, as he always told me it was time for bed by getting up and scooping on my pillow~ he slept on my pillow(not so much room for me, but I didnt care) or between my feet...and now hes not there
This summer when we went to Yellowstone, our olde Pyrenees Yetti, and my little ferret Flick both passed away. That was hard, but they were both very old, and we expected it, they both had long, happy lives. It was too soon for God to take my little Biskie....I still dont understand what I ever did wrong, that he would give me such a blessing, and then take him away.