Love you and miss you, Holly sweetheart. You changed my life forever because you were my first little girl and the first little angel I ever met.
You went far too early and I still don't know what I'm doing without you.
I wish I could have held you just one more time.
Always missing you.
Holly was my Old English Sheepdog. She had a weak hip, which she had replaced last Christmas. Her recovery was going great, but then her bones shattered and everything started to fall apart. I begged my Mum to send her to the city so they could try to fix her. Chances of success were low, the operation was long (6 hours) and tedious, but to have had her back and healthy was worth everything in the world. A metal brace was placed all up her femur, her bone was put back together like a puzzle. A month later, she was well onto the road to recovery. She was only walking around when her entire femur shattered, the effects of the hip displasia made her bones simply too brittle to mend. It's so difficult to remember how painful it was to say goodbye to her over the phone (she was in North Queensland, I'm in Brisbane) as my mother held her while she was being put down. There are so many things that go through my head when I think of this, and it all comes down to this. It's not fair. She was perfect, too good to be true. It doesn't seem fair that there was no medical solution. She couldn't have an amputation because of her size and low quality of the other hip. It feels so wrong that a perfectly healthy little heart was stopped, just because of a hip.
