2025 Monday — Goodbye Mitzi

Of the ten most awful days of my life, today would land in the Top 5. Little Mitzi woke this morning feeling sick, nauseated, and quite weak. She had not eaten since Saturday evening even though we were giving her appetite stimulant. We called the vet's office. This turned into a very long day.

Mitzi went out into the backyard several times, but her back legs were quite wobbly. Several times she stood looking up the ramp to the top portion of the property; her favorite spot, but she just didn't have the energy to get there, so we went back into the house. At 3:00 this afternoon she was determined to walk the ramp; so, I walked right behind her to lift her bottom and straighten she malfunctioning back legs and paws; she made it to the top of the first ramp. It was just the two of us. It was Victory!

Years ago, at the beginning of 2011, we were given three dogs. First Chloe and then six weeks later Max & Mitzi. Quickly we realized weekends away and vacations were going to include the costly expense of kenneling three pups. So we looked for a vacation house from Carlsbad to Cayucos. In mid-2012 we found the cheapest wreck of a "fixer-upper" shack in dog-friendly Cayucos. Our brief getaways and longer vacations all became staycations at our Central Coast place. We had never dreamed of leaving Corona. These dogs changed our lives. God used them to write our story and change our address.

At 4:30 this Monday afternoon, we took Mitzi to her veterinarian; Dr. Kylie Byrd, a young woman who has taken good care of Mitzi for several years. At approximately 4:50 Mitzi walked the ramp into Heaven (I can't prove that biblically; I just know Jesus loves animals). Mr. Fun & I choked back rivers of tears, I kissed her little forehead goodbye twice, and moments after 5:00 we left without our little Mitzi girl.

Now, Mr. Fun, Chloe, and I are home trying to make sense of all that has transpired in the past several days. Our tears could fill buckets. We can't believe we let Mitzi go; but them God reminds us, she wasn't ours, she belongs to Him. For the past 14+ years Mitzi has been part of our moments, now she fills our memories.

We don't like this chapter of the story. We want to pack our car and drive to Neverland; we want to scream, we want to cry, we want to hide, we want to run; we want to never come back. We need space, we need time. If we told you we are hurting, that would be a huge under-statement. If we told you we need your prayers that would not be an exaggeration.

From California’s Central Coast,
in Cayucos,
Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol
and Chloe