littlegirlgod

My baby died yesterday. Or the night of the burlesque show. I am not sure. But she laid down and went to sleep, and that is how she was found yesterday. Her name was Cody, and she was a little over 9. She was my little girl, the oldest of 3 that accompanied me through most of my twenties, helping me through the worst parts of my life, including my divorce and walking away from an abusive past. I am numb and wracked with pain. I feel as though I can not even hold myself up or think. She was more than a dog. She was my child, and I will never be able to replace her. I have a searig hot pain in my chest, and somehow felt that posting this would make me feel a little better, and a little less alone at this moment. I have adored spending time with you all these past several months, new and old, and feel like you are a part of a new family. I hurt so bad. She was so smart, and so good.