Squeaker was a surprise. I never thought I would have her. I was going through a bad relationship and came home to my parents at the ripe old age of 21 knowing everything. In being upset about the loss of the relationship I begged my mom for a dog. I always wanted a cocker spaniel. She found one that was 5 years old and bought her for 100 dollars. Well Domonique ended up being pregnant. Yes Squeaker was one of the pups. Long story short Domonique gave birth to 10 puppies and due to complications died a week later.
The thing was I knew the minute Squeaker took her first breath I knew she was my dog. As she was growing she would go to the edge of the box and look back at the other puppies like “look she’ll come get me”. From day one she knew she was mine or I was hers so to speak. She went every where with me. I mean every where. I made the mistake of getting back with my ex. Squeaker became mean to anyone who came near me. She protected me. So much so that I worried anytime someone came to visit. She ran my ex off. When I met my husband I was worried she would bite him so I told him I needed to put her up. He told me no. That if she bit him, it was his fault.
Deep down I liked him but I decided to trust his faith in Squeaker that honestly I did not have myself. She jumped in his lap and kissed him. So I say she picked him for me. When we had kids we worried how she would respond and I worried horribly about having to find a new home for my baby. My first son came home from the hospital and she slept under his crib. When he cried she would come get me and if he was sleeping you had better be me going in there.
She protected me and my family.
She loved me unconditionally. I loved her more then words can say. Life happens and time slips away. I loved her but her age caught up with her. That precious baby hung on as long as she could. She couldn’t leave me because who would protect me. Well last Saturday it was my turn to protect her. Jan. 17 2009 I had to take her to the vet and ask them to end her suffering. Now my suffering has begun. I miss her so much that as I sit and type this, my hands shake. I love you Squeaker and know that daddy and the boys will keep good care of me. Never as good care as you did because no one could do that.
Love you more then words can say,
| Squeaker |
| Heather |