Oct. 29 1987 —– June 12 1999
Border Collie
My story isn’t exactly happy but sad.
I’ve had Cholie for 12 years and now he’s gone.
He knew everything about me. My deepest secrets all of my crushes
and how my days went. I was waiting for my parents to come home when
everything started for the worse.
My boyfriend was outside on the porch I was inside talking to him nobody
was home so he couldn’t come in. Cholie was sleeping on my parent’s bed at the time.
I heard him get up and walk down the hallway. I looked up to say hi and I
noticed he didn’t look to good. I got up to see what was wrong.
I was standing next to him when he collapsed. I didn’t know what to do.
He wasn’t getting up he was just laying there breathing weird.
I started crying. I didn’t know where my parents were and the vet was closed.
My boyfriend came in regardless of the rule,to help me.
A half-hour later my parents came home. I ran to them and told them something
was wrong. My dad ran up the stars with my boyfriend petting the dog.
They said he was probably fine but I knew something was wrong.
About a month later Cholie went to the vet. We had to make a decision that night.
I went to school the next day scared and worried hoping he would be
there when I got home. I called after my first class.
My mom answered crying. I wanted to hang-up but I couldn’t.
She told what happened I stood at that phone sobbing not knowing what to do.
My boyfriend found me and stood there holding me.
I was late for my next class but the teacher didn’t say anything.
My friends knew what happened and hugged me trying to make me feel better.
He was put to sleep. My brother wouldn’t know until he came home that day.
We paid extra to have his ashes only. I didn’t go to the burial.
I watched from the kitchen window crying so hard I could barley breath.
I have his pictures all over my room in my wallet and in my locker.
You don’t realize how much they mean to you till they’re gone.
I’m always afraid that I’ll forget what he looked like and how he never listened
and did what he wanted to do. We kept his collar and his favorite baby (monkey) is
on the chair in our living room. Nobody can touch it.
I miss him so much.
I put flowers on his grave and I still talk to him.
I guess he’ll being raising h*** in heaven instead of here.
I love you Cholie and I miss you.
Rachel
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