When my sweet baby girl Rosie died in July, I decided that I would properly pay tribute to her in several ways. I got a charm with her paw print that I can wear as a necklace, I am putting together a huge photo/scrapbook as I get the chance, and I wanted her permanently with me, walking by my side, so I got my first tattoo in her memory. Here are some pics from the day, taken by Rachel and Lori, who went with me and kept me from crying most of the time (cause they'll tell you it doesn't hurt, but it hurts like a mofo, at least it did for me.)
This officially wins my "funniest position ever laid in for more than half an hour" award. (that's Donna K working on me, by the way, she did an awesome job!) I was on my back with my hips twisted to the side and my right arm trying to hold still and my left arm holding Lori's hoodie sleeve so her hand wouldn't be pulverized by my monster grip.
No, really, it hurt... not that I won't do it again, but it wasn't pleasant....
But it was worth every minute (and every dollar) because Rosie went through oh so much more in her 13 1/2 years.
I miss my girl.
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