R.I.P. poor Miss. Pizzy Gizzy
When Momma sent me a text the other day that you had "Gone to run with Lucky, eat bunny poops and no more wearing pink ruffled diapers", my heart was broken. So was Momma's heart. You had a wonderful, very loved life with our family. Your life started with horrible abuse in the very far off land of Sicily Italy and ended being loved and cradled in Momma's arms and heart. I wish you could have known how much love, affection and tender moments you brought to my Mom.
Especially when she was suffering from chemo treatments and you would never leave her side.
We love you and will never forget you. You touched our lives in so many ways.
You were born with a disability that never got you down. You were my Mom's "cancer support dog".... you made her laugh on days she wouldn't pick up her head from despair and pain.
You and Lucky were such kind, gentle, beautiful souls.
You are both very cherished members of our family and my heart breaks for you.
You loved us, especially Momma, unconditionally.
You over came your fear of all humans to trust us.
I will miss your quirky ways with all my heart.
Lucky left a huge empty spot in our hearts over a year ago.... Momma always said you would die of grief when we lost Lucky. Now your loss has left an even bigger empty spot.
Now you both can go chase some bunnies and eat all the cheese you want!
LOVE you Miss. Pizzy!!
Poor Lucky Dog....