I was 15 and my parents promised to get me a dog. We went to the Humane Society in the small town I grew up in and there were about 15 dogs. I didn’t want Pepsi. He was quiet huddling in the back of his cage a terrible mess all matted to the bone and besides he was 6 years old already. He just didn’t seem to be a dog I’d want. Pepsi was the only small dog there and my father stated it was him or no dog at all. When we went to fill out the adoption paperwork they informed us he needed to be “fixed” first and that’s when my dad decided that we would not be getting a dog afterall. I don’t know what happened to me but I pleaded and begged for the sad looking dog huddled at the back of his cage. Needless to say he got “fixed” and came home with us.
I can’t begin to thank him for the next 9 years he gave me. He was the greatest. First of all he was not quiet – he would bark at the mailman cars anyone who came near the house. We use to joke that he was just too mean to ever die. He cleaned up nicely and loved being brushed. He traveled a great deal and made it to about 20 states or so. He just loved car rides. He was there all through my high school years college through relationships heartaches and happiness.
I want to thank him for
everything he taught me.
When the time came and his cancer was winning the battle I finally broke down and made the appt at the vet to help him stop the pain. That night we sat on my bed and talked and I told him what was going to happen and that it was ok to stop fighting if he wanted to and that I would understand and didn’t want him to be in pain anymore. At 3:00 a.m. exactly as we laid on the floor he stopped breathing. It was over and once again he was there for me. I didn’t have to bring him into the vet. He didn’t make me make the decision for him.
I love you Pepsi.
Sandy