Feb. 8th 1987 —- July 16th 2000
Shetland SheepDog
Our poor dog Nicky his hips started to give out about 1 year
prior to his death. I had to carry him up and down the steps of our deck,
so he could go out and do his business. I didn’t mind at all after all he
was my best friend always there to listen to my stories about a bad day at work.
When he was well he could chase the ole tennis ball for hours he would lay
on the grass and watch me wash my car.
Dear God I miss my dog.
I had to put him to sleep since he couldn’t even walk or hold himself up,
he stopped eating and drinking water. So the decision had to be made
take poor Nicky to the vet and put him to sleep.
As I held him in my arms the Doctor pushed the needle in and I told Nicky
to go find my Dad in heaven he will take care of you!
He kinda looks like me (my dad)so he should be easy to find.
With that his eyes close and Dear Nicky was gone.
I miss him to this day 5/1/01 and still cry when driving down the streets
where I would walk him and he would play with his tennis ball.
I wish I could bring him back!
How do you get over the loss of such a
wonderful friend?
Mike
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