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Dear Cleo
Dear Cleo,<br> I don't know where to begin, but I have to start somewhere. You were always a cheeky littel pup, always getting up to no good. We'd play hide and seek in the forest when I took you for walks after Primary school. You always knew exactly where to find me because I would always laugh when I saw your little head popping up and out of the long grass as you tried to find me. I guess I could say you were my best friend. I loved playing with you in Uncle Herks house and sometimes you got to sleep over at my house! Although you were never mine, you will always be part of me. We grew up together and you made me feel special by jumping up at only me when I arrived at Daddy's house. <br>But over the last few years you changed. You noticed Daddy's health was getting worse and you didn't want to leave his side. You wouldn't even let me take you out for walks anymore. But I didn't mind. I still came to play with you in Uncle Herks back garden and in the house! You were always someone I could trust and tell anything to. Then February 25th 2009 my heart was shattered. <br>I lost my family within a few minutes. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I didn't hear you or Uncle Herk arrive at my house, I was sat in my room, salty rivers running from my eyes, where no one could see me. You quietly crept up the stairs and into my room. Today wasn't the same as any other day, you could tell that. So instead of going crazy and jumping all over me, and licking my face, you quietly walked to my side and lay down beside me - you head on my lap. Your big brown eyes gazed up at me and I swear you were crying too. We lay for hours. You knew I needed you. You knew I needed comforting. Even when Uncle Herk wanted to leave and go home, you wouldn't leave me. I curled up beside you that night, my head throbbing and eyes swollen from crying. I don't want think I would have slept that night had in not been for you.<br>Days passed and you never left my side. Uncle Herk noticed, and he said I could come stay. For the next few week you helped my mend my heart. It was fast at first. But gradually, my heart stopped healing.<br><br>You were unwell. We had been aware of this for a few months, you didn't have as much energy as you used to, you didnt eat all your food and all you wanted to do was sleep. We put it down to age. You were 13 by now. I'd known you since I was 3. Over the course of 3 days, you went downhill real fast. You started walking into things, and peeing in the house. We took you to the vet. He said you had gone blind and that was all. But Daddy and I were not convinced. We knew it was not just blindness. <br><br>The next few weeks were terrible. Soon you were not eating or drinking at all. You also found it difficult to walk. You could take a few steps and be fine, but you would soon fall over and roll around as you struggled to get back up. You woke me up on night with your howling. I rushed downstairs and into the living room. Your small body lay on the floor shaking. Daddy and I rushed you to the vet, but he couldnt find out the cause. You stayed there for a few nights fighting to stay alive. You still had that fight in you, and you pulled through. But you still could not walk. The vet sent you home with medication in hopes that they would make you better. He said that if you were not better in 2weeks I would not be fair to keep you alive.<br><br>I prayed and hoped and that you would get better. And you did. But only for the first 3 or 4 days. After that you plunged back downhill. Our appointment day, the 4th of April, drew closer and you were getting worse. On Tuesday the 2nd, I came home from school and noticed you seemed to be struggling to breathe. Uncle Herk and I took you to the vet, where gave us some very bad news. The tests he had done almost 2weeks before showed that you had a brain tumour. There was no hope. It was not fair to keep you here. Although you never seemed to be in pain, I'm sure you were. I remember telling you about my friend a few years back, she had a brain tumour. Before they diagnosed it, she told me her headaches where unbareable. I lay on the cold floor with you while Daddy and the vet discussed whether to let you go now, or to let you go in you own time at home. We didn't want you suffering anymore.<br><br>I held your head as you lay almost lifeless on the floor. I spoke to you in you final minutes and refused to leave you. The rivers flowed from my eyes again, but this time I was presented with the chance to say goodbye. I talked about all the fun times we had and all the adventures we went on, how you wouldn't be alone, you would find my Mummy and Daddy, and my sister. After a few minutes your eyes slowly drifted shut. I knew you didnt have long left. And although I knew I should be doing everything I could for you. I needed you to do one last thing for me. I stroked you ear and quietly whipsered,<br>"Tell them I love them. Tell them I miss them. Tell them I forgive them."<br>You opened you eyes to look at me, drawing in you last breathe before slipping away to find them.<br><br>Rest In Peace my Cleo 
22/07/95 - 02/04/09<br>R.I.P Mum(05/03/68 ), Dad(25/07/64) and Kayleigh(25/10/90) -25/02/09
22/07/95 - 02/04/09<br>R.I.P Mum(05/03/68 ), Dad(25/07/64) and Kayleigh(25/10/90) -25/02/09
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