Im really at a loss for words. One day I cry, the next day sometimes seems brighter. You really never know after something so devastating has happened like this.
Jezebel was a fiesty 2 1/2 lb female yorkie. She was 3 yrs old, and was my partner in crime. Her and I had a business at the local mall selling doggie clothes. She went with me 7 days a week, with no complaints. She would sit in her little carrier and keep me company all those long days. Our bathroom breaks were extra fun for her. I would take her into the family bathroom and let her run crazy. Finally around 9 pm when the mall would close, we would pack up and go home and do it all over again the next morning.
My breeder had called me and asked if I wanted Jezebel's nephew who had just turned 20 weeks. I went and seen him and fell in love, his name is Royal.
Well, worried that they could have puppies, I decided to get them fixed. I did Royal first, he did just fine. Next was Jezebel. My baby did not do just fine. Two days after her surgery she was hurting very badly and trying to go potty, but nothing was happening. I took her back to the vet, and he said that sometimes with the little ones like this, its easy to irritate there insides, gave me some medicine and sent us home. 5 days later she was bleeding from down there, my vet was closed, so I took her to emergency. They blamed it on food I fed her or something insane like that, gave me medicine, said she would be a lot better in the morning.
Morning never came for her. As she cried in agony all night, my husband and I believed the vet and thought it was a belly ache. We didn't know, we thought she was going to be okay. She bled to death on June 22, 2008 due to a cut artery from her surgery. Waking up and feeling her, and realizing shes gone to heaven, I cant begin to tell anyone here the pain that I felt, the hurt that wont go away. For the first time in my life I really thought about driving head on into traffic, I really am not sure what stopped me. The vet has since fessed up and wants to replace my baby. Its hard, especially when the word replacement is said.
Jezebel is never coming home, I realize that. Sometimes I cant help but think shes at the groomer, and I need to go get her soon. Its God way of helping me cope and get through this.
You will never be forgotten baby.
