Bama was a tiny, black peekapoo with a white blaze on his chest. When I first saw him, I feel deeply in love with him. When he came home to me, it was like bringing home that first born child. Even though I had another baby pup named KiKi, Bama took my heart fast and hard. KiKi started eating all his food and not letting him have any. All this was unknown to me for about 3 days. When he came to me one night while I was eating supper and he was shaking and crying, I knew something was up. I had just put his food and Kiki’s food down, and I snuck into the kitchen and saw her eating all his food. His was soft and her’s was crunchy. I knew then that he was starving and I felt so bad. Once I started feeding him from my own hand, he began to take over my heart.
Bama was spoiled and rotten after that. He loved to go bye-bye with us all the time. So much so that we had to spell the words “bye-bye” and even after awhile, he got to where he even knew what that was. He is the only one who ever cared if I cried or was happy. He’d lick my tears and snuggles up real close to me as if to tell me it was going to be okay.
He knew all his toys by name and would bring them to us when we tested him. He loved to run and play outside, but if I left the door open and told him not to go outside until I told him he could, he would sit at the door and wait. Sometimes that was all day as I’d have the door open while cleaning the house or something. He never minded staying put cause he knew I’d let him go out and play until he was ready to come back in. He loved to go walking with his leash and collar and his sweater. It was hard to get him to understand that when it was summer time, he really didn’t need that sweater, but sometimes I’d put it on him. Then I found a tank top for him and he loved it too. We used to tell him
he was sooooo cool in it.
Now Bama is in rainbow heaven and playing and romping with the other doggies and animals there. I’m sure he loves it but I’m also sure he misses his mommy and daddy, just as much as we miss him. We will forever love and remember him. He was and still is my heart.
With much love,
| Rhonda Branum |