01/10/2026
It's been 100 days today since my baby passed away. I still can't say her name without crying. My head can't wrap around the fact that she was here for almost 12 years and now she's gone. I cry every morning and night. She was my protector, my best friend, my ride-along partner. I spent 24 hours a day with her; she was never more than 2 feet from me, always watching over me, protecting me, loving me. She just collapsed and passed away in my arms. My vet thinks she passed due to a blood clot. My pack is a mess. Shea was the leader, and everyone knew their place. It's just not the same anymore. When I get in the van and look at the passenger seat, it's empty - that's where she has sat for the last 11 years, her head touching the ceiling. I have so many pictures of her and her sister Gracie, but it's hard to even look at them. I'm sharing this because she deserves to be remembered; she was the best friend, best protector, best pack leader, best sister, and best foster momma ever. Shea, you made me feel safe and loved for 12 years, and there will never be another like you.
