Obituaries

My sweet girl, wiggle butts, kissy face, my shadow, my joy, from the day you came home at 8 weeks you were the queen of the house. You knew only love and kisses. Your older brother Austin didn't know what happened; but you loved each other so. I remember when the door bell rang he would hide behind my legs and you would bounce to the door to greet who ever came to visit with such happiness and love. Losing Austin was hard, but we got through it together. Then Covid came and I had to hide in the bathroom when the dog walker came so you would go with him, because if I didn't you would only roll over and insist on a belly rub letting him know you wanted only your Daddy would walk you. That never changed. I never tired of it either.

We experienced a lot together, divorce, relocating from NYC to Atlanta, spending time with Pap pap and Eiya in Virginia. Meeting your new step daddy Big O. Whose heart you stole and never gave back. You fought so bravely, after the second surgery we thought you were free and clear and free of the nasty cancer but it came back. At 11 we had big birthday party so grateful, then all of a sudden it came on fast. I wasn't prepared for that. But, I couldn't see you suffering either.

I have learned that my sadness and pain are commensurate with the joy and love you brought into my and Big O's life. It doesn't make its easier its just helps me understand why I am hurting so. We held you until the end, holding you close so you knew you were safe. As your spirit transcended you earthly body I felt your love completely wash over me; reassuring me you were going to be ok. I hope you are with Austin and my Mom; and you know I will see you again.

Good night my sweet girl, I love you.