- 3 years ago
I picked her out of a petstore kennel when she was six weeks old, she was there with her litter mates but the only one awake at the time, she licked my fingers through the kennel and waged her little tail like crazy. I was 11 years old and my mom made my call my dad on a mall payphone to so I ask if we could get a puppy, I begged he agreed. They put her in an open top box and we drove home with her on my lap… she was mine. That was 13 years ago, little did I know that she would turn out to be one of the sweetest, funniest most spolied rotten dogs I have ever met.
We took her swimming in the river when she was 6 months old, she loved water from that point on (to the point that she would try to jump into any water she saw). She loved to play with sticks, toss pinecones into the air and then roll on them for fun. She absolutely her squeeky toys to the point it would drive us crazy, and she was terrible at playing fetch (she would never bring the ball back). She would beg for food or toys or anything by sitting on her hind legs and waving her front paws in the air, she could hi-five, shake a paw, and play dead. Anytime anyone came home she would run the house for her favorite toy and bring it to you in pure excitment. When my parents went on holidays she pouted for almost a month after they got back, and would sit on top of the bags any time they decided to pack again.
She was around for my first and last day of highschool, college and my wedding and now she is gone. She couldn’t see very well and her joints hurt but she still had a smile on her face everyday. When I moved out she stayed with my mom (I moved out 4 years ago), but I looked after her all the time when my parents were gone away. I saw her on friday and she was her normal self, so excited to see me, bringing me her toys, I took her for a walk before my mom and I went out for lunch, I didn’t know that would be our last walk, I didn’t even really say goodbye to her.
My mom told me now that she had collapsed a few days before while playing at the beach, but seemed to recover quickly and seemed completely fine, so my mom booked her into to see the vet on Tuesday. They took her into her appointment on tuesday, but she never left, she went into distress while sitting in the waiting room chair and never recovered, she died in my moms arms right in front of the vet, heart failure (i think), there was nothing the vet could do. It was so quick, so unexpected and I just can’t believe it….. my mom is absolutely devestated and so am I.
RIP my little puppy, you will be greatly missed.
This was the last photo I took of her, two weeks ago I think, she was rolling on her tennis ball, like she always does….