My precious Heidi
August of 2003, my friend found a Golden in the park, she would not leave that spot.
She put up signs to see if anyone would claim her. No one said a word even after 2 weeks, we left up the signs.
She brought her in to the office and me and Heidi (what we named her) connected right away. She came right up to me and demanded I pet her.
Poor baby was so skinny and full of burs in her fur, and had tons of fleas. We took care of all of that.
A month later they thought she was pregnant, since she was nesting and acting pregnant.
It turned out she had an infected uterus. We were almost positive that she was left in the park on purpose because her feet were groomed and teeth were so white and she was trained, the only thing we could think of was she could not have babies so they got rid of her.
I had a bond with Heidi of my own and so did my husband of his own. The 3 of us became a family, she was my best friend instantly. She got me and I got her.
We had tried to have babies of our own and ended up losing all 3 to miscarriage, Heidi got me through all of that.
No matter how hard life got she was there to hug and kiss on and just smile at me. She brightened every persons life she came into, even when we were at a stop light and she had her window down( she loved to go in the car) I would look over and people in the next car would be smiling at her and laughing, she made everyone smile, she had a heart of gold.
At the end of Febuary of this year I came home to pet her belly and saw a huge something on her tummy, took her to the vet and they had to wait two weeks to remove it, they also found out it was a very aggressive cancer.
They thought they had removed it and tested other spots and it came back negative. 3 weeks later she stopped eating, had trouble walking. We thought it was her hip so we bought her medicine for it.
The weekend came and she could not hold down even water and she would not move. I took her to the vet where I found out the cancer had spread to the point the tumors were cutting on her circulation to half of her body. It was swelling, and the tissue was dying.
She had given up and just laid there with her eyes closed, the vet said that she was in lots of pain and was on her way out.(She said it way nicer). My heart broke in two, this is my child, my baby, my heart, my best friend.
This was April 1st. We just put her ashes to rest over the weekend, my depression has taken over and I do not know how to move on. I have never had anything die that lived with me, I feel my heart has died.