For The Love Of Sydney

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     Tuesday evening around 9:00 p.m. Sydney was still fighting for her life. And the more I think about it the more I believe she was fighting more for us then herself.  She was still trying, even after all the pain she was feeling in her weak little body.  She was still trying her best to please us because she loved us that much.  Never once did she ever complain.   If anyone was to look at her, they'd never known she was so sick.  This sweet angel would continue to lick my face or hand as I lay beside her crying.

     The vet's office would open at 7:00 a.m.; I had to keep her alert and alive until then.  Our hope was to get her on an IV with antibiotics, to get her strong enough to have the, Ovariohysterectomy ("Spay.")  As She slept peacefully at beneath my arm, I could feel every faint breath she took.  I placed my hand on her tummy, it was becoming bigger, and I knew the infection was taking over, going into her bloodstream.  I lean over to kiss her gently as if it was my kiss goodbye.  I stared at her little gray face, her eyes, ears and nose just so I could remember and never forget.

     Long night ahead, 2:00 a.m. Jim and I refused to sleep.  Not even a single minute could be lost of loving and letting her know how much we adored her.  We'd both broke down crying as we tried to comfort her, she was shivering again in her sleep. When suddenly Sid's father,  Zues slowly walked over to us sitting on the floor.  Sid, lay between us on her pillow, beneath her blanket.  He must have heard our whimpers.  He licked Jim's face and then Sydney's.   As if telling her to get up and play.  He licked her ears, and eyes and smelled her breath.  He knew, I swear to you, Zues knew she was dying.  He walked over her body to her right side and lay beside her gently laying his head on her neck.  He let out a quite sigh as if saying, "I'm here, you can go now."