...my Hannah, my oldest child, my helper...my friend. Anyone who reads here is already familiar with her. She's an awesome cook, big sister, scrapbooker, student...I could go on!
On Thanksgiving day we found out that her puppy, Chowder, was very sick. We didn't know what it was - but we kept an eye on him all day - and got ready for a house full of people that would be arriving for Thanksgiving dinner.
It was really bad. He was getting sick all over the place. I thought maybe he ate something bad or that maybe he ate Oso's adult formula food and it was making him sick.
Through all of it, Hannah kept cleaning up after him. She did not complain at all. I felt so bad for her because I knew it was hurting her.
I finally told my husband that we needed to take him to a vet. He had to drive quite a ways away to get to the only emergency vet that was open on Thanksgiving.
The news wasn't good. Chowder would have to be put down. He had Parvo and it was bad. He talked to Hannah about it. They let her say good-bye and gave Hannah his collar and that was it.
They headed back to the house. When she got home she just fell into my arms and cried. I cried with her. What an awful feeling to have your baby feeling so sad and not being able to "fix" it. I just let her cry and I hugged her. Later, I gave her a Pug Webkinz that I had bought and was saving for Christmas. She cried more, but then hasn't let go of it.
I am so thankful to have such a mature young lady. She is beautiful, smart, loving, creative and kind. She's Hannah.
This is a picture of the Webkinz I gave her and the collar from Chowder.
