The Life Of A Dog is a good life I assume. Nona was very happy here with us. My mom is single and she had to work late, I went to a babysitter. And when we came home we looked forward to one thing, Nona’s loving smile, her eyes would scrunch up and her smile as big as the sky itself! I’d rub her tummy and give her a couple of treats.
She got older and older, through years 0-4&1/2 she was perfect, happy, no pain, and she could run as fast as a bullet! As year 5 came she became blinder and blinder, by year 6 she couldn’t see at all, just clouds! That was the year the tumor took over! It was called I think Illusen. It is a tumor that travels through the brain stem down the spine. She couldn’t run soon and by January, 2003 [still 6] she couldn’t really walk. By late January she just sat there! Couldn’t really go out or walk or run outside!
It wasn’t fair to her! We were only keeping her here because we wanted her here, because we wanted her here with us. By February my mom started taking her to the vet about once a week or talking to them on the phone. Until February 18, 2003 when she told me Nona was going to get put down February 22, 2003. I cried. Alot.
She just sat there, not in pain yet but almost. She knew something was wrong. Saturday came, I had to say good bye. I had to go over to Rose’s [my neighbor]. I sat on the couch. She held me, I cried and cried. My mom approached the door crying. Nona was gone. I am only 11 years old no lying there. I couldn’t stand it! I missed her so much! Later on she got cremated up at Pet Haven Crematory. And here she is now in our house, her soul and body. She’s here, I know it.
Forever in my heart,
| Lindsay Kreager |