Vixie


Vixie is dearly missed by Amanda Miller. A few words:

My dog that had been with my family for 18 wonderful years just died yeasterday (August 31, 1998). I am only 15 years old and I had never been without my dog, Vixie. She was not just a pet she was part of my family. It was really hard to see her die. But it got to the point when I would pray that she would be dead by the time I got home, I didn't want her to be in anymore pain. I told my family that I didn't want to put her to sleep because I didn't want to do that to her. Now I realize that I was being very selfish. This past week was the hardest week for me.

My dog stoped eating, then stoped drinking. She had about 10 ceasers a day, she couldn't walk anymore, she stoped wagging her tail, and after she had her ceasers she would walk around the house like she was so confused. Finally I couldn't put up seeing her like that anymore. And we put her to sleep. We where there with her when she left us. And we were so upset. I was so hard for us but we knew that she wasn't in anymore pain. We know that she is up in Heaven juping around and playing like she was a puppy. And we all know that we will see her again when we go to Heaven.