Whether snuggling in Hannah's blankie on the couch Friday
Following Big Sister Lilly in the snow on Saturday
Waiting at the window with Abby for Daddy to come home
Watching the Chiefs (lose) with Daddy
Helping find mice for Mommy in the henhouse
Starring in what we hoped would be her own blog on New Year's Day
Taking a little rest with her sisters and her Daddy yesterday morning after church
Posing for ONE second with Daddy in her Christmas hat
And in a beloved picture with her sisters Hannah, lost in January this year, and Abby. (Our Three Little Girls)
She was our dear little pug girl, and we loved her so very much.
We lost Gertie Lou this morning around eleven. She slept all night with me, under the covers as usual... ate her breakfast more slowly than usual, but then ran outside and circled me in loops as we went to the henhouses. Her usual, irrepressible self.
At eleven I was in line at Wal Mart when the phone rang. Keith asked me to come home right away.
He had been at the desk with Gertie and Abby near him, as usual. He got up to do something, went around the corner into the hall, and found Gertie on the floor in the living room, by our bible table. He tried to revive her, but she was gone.
We think a heart attack, though she was only 3.
Yes, she had regular vetting.
Addie Mae was lost the same way... a bad heart.
We have decided, instead of burying her... that she will be cremated and her ashes spread here, where she was so happy. How she loved to run in the pasture... how she loved to follow Lilly all over the yard, and she lived to adore her Daddy and cuddle at his side.
How we will miss her sweet little cooing voice, she cooed like a baby when you moved her.
We only got to love her for two years... she was adopted after being given up by several families, and how blessed we were to get her and love her and be loved by her.
Run to the Bridge, little Gertie, and wait for us there, Lilly, Abby, Ranger, and
your Mommy and Daddy who loved you so much.
