When I was eight years old my mom brought a dog in from outside. We called the pound to pick her up. We informed the pound if none claimed her in three days that we wanted her. For the next three days
I dreamed of this dog.
On the third day my mom surprised me when I came home with the dog. I hadn’t picked out a name for her, but I wanted to take her on a walk. While walking her the owner of the dog saw her and chased me home. I was devastated. The owner decided to let me have her. He told me her name was Rudy. Rudy was a family dog, but she was my baby. Rudy slept with me every night under an old electric blanket.
When it snowed, she would stick her nose in it and throw it up in the air. I could tell her all my secrets and she would tell a sole. We moved to Florida. We would go to Gatlinburg TN for family trips. Once Rudy tried to take on a mother bear. She got put in the cabin. She would go down into this cold creek for walks. We would have to drag her out.
I moved out of my parents house and broke my dogs heart. I finally came to my senses and moved back in. But the damage was done. Rudy started yelping for no reason and pawing at her mouth. On April 24, 2000 Rudy started to have a seizure. She started yelping, but I didn’t know what was wrong with her. I tried to give her a piece of bread, but she acted like she didn’t know what to do with it.
I called my mom and she told me it was time. I beg her no, but my baby was suffering. My boss came and took us to the vets office I cried all the way to the vets office, I felt like I had made this happen. I told her
how much I loved her.
We went into the office and he put her on the table. I held her head and pet her. I told her I would always love her. She went to sleep.
I cried for three weeks.
I remember all the good times we had, but I cannot help but think that I killed my baby of a broken heart. She would throw her food up in the air run around it and then eat it. When we went to Freeport she would hunt animals. She was my very best friend. She would eat up anyone who tried to harm me or my little brother. I miss her dearly.
I am 22 years old now. I have a stuffed dog with Rudy’s collar on it that I sleep with. I also still have the electric blanket and sleep with it. I wish I could take back what I did. Maybe if I wouldn’t have moved out and left her she would still be alive. I am so sorry that I let God down.
He took his special angel back with him.
Missing you,
| Rudy Lynn Yacks |
| Rachel Yacks |