"Oh, that's all right. He can call me a flower if he wants to; I don't mind."

What a week it has turned out to be.  Nicole, Luke and I had an INCREDIBLE vacation to New York City.  Incredible doesn't actually come close to describing it...but I'll save that for another post....as soon as Nicole decides to show me the pictures!!!!  :)

The second that we landed in Oklahoma City, I called my mom to tell her that I'd come over the next day to pick up the pups that she was babysitting....that's when I got a, "Well......Taylor.....um.......I.....um......have to tell you something......"

What she had to tell me was that I would only be picking up ONE pup.  There are no longer TWO. 

Sweet Flower, the sweetest little puppy ever made...she had down syndrome and was blind.  Completely defenseless but was never cranky.  She was so loving and kind.....even though she had REALLY bad breath and the most crooked teeth you've ever seen.  :) 

She had somehow gotten out of my parent's utility room and into the backyard.  I immediately said, "Oh mom!!!  Please tell me that she didn't fall into the pool!!!"

Part of me wishes that it had been that.  Poor little thing couldn't see what was coming to her....which may or may not have been a blessing.  Some animal, a bird, a snake, an opossum, a cat, a coyote.....(I'll keep the visual effects away for you)....got her....and there was a fight.  My other dog, sweet Lucy, tried to protect little Flower.  Desi may or may not have, but there was definitely evidence that Lucy tried.  There is no telling what my girls went through...but they tried to save their little sister.  And I hope that whatever it was that got my sweet pup, was hurt and is no longer able to hurt anyone else's sweet animals.

Lucy even moved her from the scene of the crime all the way over to the other side of the yard...and laid her to rest in the flowerbed.  FLOWERbed.  That's appropriate.  I hadn't thought of that before.  :)

My parents hadn't buried her yet, because they didn't know if I would want to see her before they did....which I did not, I just asked my mom to ask my dad if he would bury her next to Molly, our dog that we had while I was growing up.  Well, I've decided that I'm so thankful that I never have to be anyone's dad.  They have to do things like bury their children's pets for them because they can't even breathe at the thought.  Even when their children are almost thirty years old.  Thanks dad. 

My house is pretty lonely, and I'm not sure that Desi has figured out why Flower isn't here anymore. 

I hope she can see in little doggy heaven.....I'm going to miss that sweet dog so much.