On March 3 2001 my whole world as I knew fell apart. At 7:00 our chow Bubba woke us because he needed to potty. Marvin let him and his little sister (a beagle mix named Sissy) out and then came back to bed. We live on a rural county road and everyone on our road knows the dogs by name. I never wanted to move because the dogs were safe here. Our road has very little traffic heck most people do not even know it exists because it is so far out in the country.
Around 9:30 a neighbor stopped to talk to Marvin. Marvin got in the truck with him and left. Marvin returned home to tell me that someone had ran over Bubba. I started bawling and screaming take him to the vet he’ll be okay. Then Marvin told me that he was already dead.
Marvin brought him to the house and I noticed that a car had not hit him but he had been shot in the head. Somebody shot my little boy. Whoever did it looked him dead in the eye and shot him. His tail was probably wagging because he loved and trusted everybody. Marvin talked to all of the neighbors but no one saw or heard anything. We’ll probably never know who did this to our baby boy.
Bubba meant more to me than anything in this world. I talked to him like he was a child because he was my baby. He was the first thing I thought of each morning when I got up and each night I’d fall asleep with hand on his fury little back. I’d rub him until we both fell asleep. For 6 years he’s slept in the floor on my side of the bed. I’d call home sometimes just so he could here my voice on the answering machine. He meant the world to me and everybody knew it.
My husband and I were married on July 2 1994. On August 6 1994 my husband talked me into going to look at some puppies. He was used to having a dog around as a kid but I’d never had one. I used to be afraid of dogs so I was hesitant but agreed to go look. From the minute I saw 9-week-old Bubba playing with his brothers and sisters I fell in love with him. The couple’s children called him Bubba so we decided to keep his name as that. We took him home that day.
Words can’t describe how I feel now when I pull into our driveway and he’s not sitting in the bay window or running to the car to greet me. No more wet kisses no more bear hugs no more nightly treats for being a good boy. I can’t eat because I can’t share it with him. I can’t sleep because he’s not lying in the floor beside me. Everything in this house reminds me of him. But what hurts the most is knowing that whoever did this to him is still out there.
This part is for Bubba:
I want you to know that I am so sorry that I couldn’t be there to protect you like you always did for me when Daddy had to go out of town. I’d give anything to see you one last time and tell you know how much I love you.
Mommy loves her little Bubba always has always will.
I’ll see you again someday until then you’ll live in my heart always.
Daddy and Sissy love and miss you always.
Our world just isn’t the same without you in it.
| Kimberly |