Six and a half years ago we brought her home–2.2 pounds of pure cuteness and, as we’d later discover, feistiness. Her official name, according to her papers, was Glyndebourne’s Chelsea. She was just Chelsea, or later Chels, to us.
On Wednesday, Gerry and I held her, told her how much we loved her, and said goodbye to her.
Today, my heart is shattered.
I have no words.
My sweet girl. My perfect dog.