B.B.
March 3, 1998- October 25, 2011
I will never forget the day we adopted you from the shelter. I wanted a dog for my birthday.
We went to a new no kill shelter. I did not want a puppy and they said they had one dog who was a year old. When you came bounding out and jumped on my lap, I had mixed emotions. You smelled awful and I thought you were so ugly! You were so sweet though. I figured if I didn’t adopt you nobody else would.
The info on you said your name was D.D. and that your “parents” had divorced and given you up.
I thought that was awful.
I had a niece named D.D. so that name had to go. I thought well, I want to help her with confidence so I will name her B.B. and that stands for Beautiful “B”
(the word for female dog).
We had to ride home with the windows down and your Daddy wasn’t too happy with my choice.
Are you serious? he said.
We kept her in the backyard at first. One day she got out and was obviously hit by a car, she was all scuffed up and sore.
Poor baby.
I didn’t want her outside anymore but, Daddy didn’t like idea of her being in bedroom, so she spend nights
in Bathroom in a dog bed.
Long story short, she became Daddy’s girl. She went with him to McDonalds drive thru on Sunday mornings and got a piece of bacon of her own. She came with Mama and Daddy to sonic and had her own ice cream.
Her favorite place to nap was on the back of the couch with her head resting on top of Daddy’s head.She had to be by her Daddy, which broke my heart because I loved her so. If Daddy wasn’t around though, she was near me. She would get up in my lap if I tried to read the paper. She wanted the attention on her. If I played my piano she would want me to pick her up and put her next to me.
She finally got her place in our bedroom. She didn’t want to sleep on the bed though, she liked her bed on the floor. She would give us goodnight kisses and play a little
then go to bed.
She loved to travel with us to MS gulf coast to my parents camp. She would sleep on the dash of van, so weird. People would point and laugh at my girl, she was just so peculiar looking. She looked like a wire-haired border collie or something. People said she looked like a sheep.
To me she was beautiful though.
We had 18 wonderful years with our girl. So many good memories. Her first squeak toy was a bunny. So all her toys were called “bunnies”. She loved to play keep away with us, teasing us with her little squeaky bunny.
She was so clever, she would take a play ball, push it around with her nose, then get it airborne and bounce it off her nose.
She was so brave, she never whimpered when she got her shots. She chased off the mail person for us
(from behind a door).
She loved her sisters( my daughters) she would take turns sleeping with them sometimes. She missed them when they grew up and left home.
She had challenges her last couple of years. She couldn’t see, she went in circles a lot. She never seemed in pain and always still had kisses for us.
One day she didn’t want to eat and just laid there. She seemed very weak, we just decided to let God decide her fate. We put baby food and water in syringe and gave it to her. I could tell the end was near, so Daddy took her with him to work. He checked on her in her bed in my office at work every few minutes and finally, he checked and she wasn’t breathing. I knew I couldn’t deal with it,
so I didn’t go in that day.
Daddy left work and brought her home, he wrapped her up in a baby blanket, put her favorite big pink squeaky saxophone that her Aunt Cheri gave her for Christmas one year under her little head. He put her in a nice box, we put roses on top before he buried her in our backyard.
I still can’t go back there to that spot. I will get her a headstone, just been too hard to deal with. She was like our child. I miss her so much.
B.B., our funny Bunny girl, we love you so much.
I hope you are having a good time in Heaven running and playing, Daddy and Mama will be with you one day soon.