Originally written and posted on 11/6/2018
For 15 years, my dog was my best friend. I will never forget the day we got her. My mom and I were driving through town and saw a sign for puppies at the local pet shop. We stopped to just take a look. We spotted a cute little brown puppy sitting in the corner quietly, while all the others jumped excitedly at the patrons. She just looked around and had what looked like tears running down her cheeks. My mom picked her out and told me if I could name her within 1 minute, we could get her. She was ours before we named her...she was always meant to be with me.
On October 17, my a piece of my heart died. My girl, my baby, was sick. I knew it was time to let her go...her old body hung on for a long time. I offered her all her favorite things but she wanted nothing. Her sad eyes just stared at me as her breathing became more labored. I held her in my arms for her last hours and her last breaths.
I will miss the click clack of her paws on the floor. The way she used to greet me every time I came in the door. The way she would follow me after I took a shower and would lick the back of my calves when I would walk to the bedroom to get ready. The way she would lay on the floor watching me do my hair and make-up - I would sing and talk to her the whole time. She always looked like she was listening.
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