I still remember bringing you home when you were just 5 weeks old. I was 9 years old and bringing you home was the happiest day of my life. I remember you were so little you fit in one hand. You didn’t even bark, and mom had to teach you how to eat and drink out of your food dish. You were the cutest puppy I had ever seen in my life. From day one you were so loving and became so devoted to us.
Over the years you remained loving, playful, and so loyal. I remember how we would always play together and how you always wanted to play tug-of-war, or have me chase you for your toys. Even when you were misbehaving you were so cute we could never stay mad at you. When you’d lick the dirty dishes when mom had her back turned or jump on the kitchen chairs and grab something you weren’t supposed to have. You would look at us with your puppy eyes and melt our hearts and any feelings of being annoyed at you would go away.
When I was a teenager, mom and dad went out a lot and I was home alone with you taking care of you. Sometimes I was sad and you were always there for me. When I started suffering from migraines you always seemed to know when I wasn’t feeling well. You’d jump up on my bed and snuggle against me with your pretty head nuzzled into my arms. You slept with me every night since I was 9 years old. When I was crying I would suddenly hear your little snore and watching your sweet little sleeping face and just watching you sleep would instantly
make me feel better.
When I was 19 I moved away and went off to college but you were always there waiting for me when I came home. Mom and dad used to joke that I only came home to see you. You would sleep on my bed every night that I was there, every time I came home. I took you for walks sometimes and played with you and gave you a kiss goodbye every time I had to leave again.
In the last couple of years you became less interested in playing and started slowing down. Mom and dad told me you were getting old and I didn’t want to believe it. When I came home last Christmas I knew it would be your last Christmas. And when you turned 15 in April I knew it would be your last birthday. You went more and more downhill as I graduated university and became a nurse. When I came home after graduation I knew you were reaching your time.
You left us just over 48 hours ago. Going into the vet’s office to put you down was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. Even though you had no energy in the last couple of months you put up a fight in the end… you never did do anything the easy way. We hugged you goodbye and watched you slip away from us. As hard as it was, we knew it was the right thing, since now you are in no more pain and you can run around in doggy heaven, frolicking and chasing birds like you used to.
My heart aches and I feel a void knowing I will never get to hold you in my arms again. But now comes the healing as I remember how much unconditional love and devotion you gave me for 15 years. Thank you for being mom and dad’s child after I left, they miss you too
more than you know.
We all miss you very much.
You will always live on in our paw printed hearts.
Love you forever baby girl,
| Tracey |
| Sylvia |