He came to us one day when my dad was contacted by
a lady who lived in a trailer not from from out house.
His old pets (what I call his owners) had moved away and
left him there when the lady contacted them they said,
drown it kill it sell it do whatever you want with it.
The lady somehow found out my dad was looking for a shop dog.
Sparky was shy and didn’t trust anyone when he first came.
He would follow dad around but never got close enough for
him touch him he would run along beside the truck but
he wouldn’t get in.
After a few weeks Dad had Sparky’s trust to a degree
but Dad hadn’t really told me about him.
One day I went to the shop to go ski-doing and I saw him
for the first time he wouldn’t play with me he just looked at me
cocking his head too one side.
He was almost tempted to come but he got a hold of himself
remembering what happened every time he came
to his old pets.
As soon as I found out about Sparky I started coming
too see him more often and we soon became good friends.
Sparky started running home when dad wasn’t looking because
that’s where he thought I was a few times he would even
show up at the school.
He wasn’t a very obedient dog but it was expected he still didn’t
come when you called him very often but he was beginning to
trust people more.
Sparky started coming home with dad and sleeping in the
garage more often until it became a regular thing it stopped him
from running home all the time.
I would walk him almost ever night and on weekends when dad
stayed home till late or left Sparky at home for some reason
or another he would wine at the door till I came outside not my sisters,
not my mom me so mom would let him come inside
to wake me up.
He was a big pup he would come in and just lay on top of me,
kissing my face waiting for me too wake up.
I of coarse would wake up immediately so that became a regular
thing too instead of setting my alarm mom would just let the
dog in at seven in the morning.
Then on December 13th I came home to the worst possible news
anyone could have given me. My puppy had been hit by a truck
and just recently I found out it was actually twice.
Sparky was a Border Collie/Blue Heeler so he loved to run and
the story I was told was he just couldn’t get out of the way
fast enough which was difficult to believe.
He was only about 2 years old we only had him for a year,
but that had been the best time of my life.
Waking up after he was gone was hard I just didn’t see any
reason for getting out of bed anymore my best friend was gone
and I had nothing too look forward to once I got out of bed.
It’s taken me over a month to talk to my mother about
another dog it might sound selfish but I can’t stop thinking
about him and I need someone to help I know Sparky will make
sure I get a good dog.
I don’t really believe in heaven and that stuff especially since
Sparky is gone I believe he is off in some side world
just like this one where people go when they die and dogs.
Where they can’t get hit and there’s nothing to injure them.
And that’s where Sparky is waiting for me and he’ll wait for as
long as it takes and for both of us it feels like it’s taking
forever and a moment.
Lorah
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