[chattiesmom]

I have not been able to write these words until now. I am heart-sick -- and to deal with it all, I have cried myself out and have forced myself into "life as normal" submission. I am weeping as I type.

Last Sunday night, my precious tiny Izzabella went into an seizure that she never recovered from. Within 45 minutes of her seizing she was in the hands of my very skilled vet who told me that she had hydracephalus. Dr. Carr, the Kind and Compassionate, gentley told me that after being in a seizure state for as long as she had, that chances of recovery were little to none. I could not leave her there to die alone, and I could not bring her home as she was, so I had to make the decision to let my little angel fly......

I cannot go into details of the seizure, I get physically ill to think about it, so I have it compartmentalized her last hour in a section of my heart that I visit when I am alone and can cry, unashamed, over this little snippet that stole my heart.