It was during one of many visits to Thousand Oaks to be with Jeannette that this picture was taken. As you can see I was with my LoLo. We were outside taking this picture. I looked a mess. Didn't care about anything about me. What mattered to me was being there for Jeannette. She needed me. She asked for special dinners and I prepared them. She asked me to drive her into town and I did it. She asked me to bring her a glass of water and I brought it to her. Whatever she needed or asked for, I was there. I loved doing it too. However; during the last days in the hospital she asked me for help and I could not help her. She cried out to me in pain. "Mama, please help me." I cried so much because I could not take the pain away. It makes me cry right now just thinking about it. Her life was slowing slipping away but in a horrible sense. Here was my baby girl and I, as her mom, could not do nothing except hug her and cry. I shall never forget this. Never.
I miss my Nettle Poodle.
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