by Adofo » May 29th, 2014, 9:51 pm
(Well It was back when I was just a little bit older than you. I was about twelve. I had dog. A little Pomeranian. His name was Pudge. I had him for four years. I adopted him after I finally got over my intense fear of dogs. WHen I got him he looked nothing more than a ball of fur. It was a hot day in the summer, my parents told me we were getting a dog. When we finally got to looking around I found this old man with a baby crib that just seemed to have a bunch of balls of fur in it. I shook it a little bit and then they started to move. It turned out they were little puppies! They all started playing with each other They were all girls. He sold all the boys. Except for one. One puppy was at the back of the crib. Staring me down. He didn't play or do anything. He just looked at me. And I looked at him. As the others were playing I carefully stuck my hand into the crib and told him to come here. He very slowly walked up to my arm. I let it hang there and he just sniffed it. Then he started licking it! I instantly fell in love with that dog! I picked him up and BEGGED my parents to let me have him! After a long debate of making sure I wanted that one, I was completely sure. So I adopted him and took him home! I loved him with all my heart! We did everything together!I even had what's called a loft bed, which is just a bunk bed without the bottom bed. He hated heights but he would always over come that fear to sleep with me! I loved him so much! He was more like a son to me than a dog. To me he was a son first, a best friend second and a pet last. One time when my neck was REALLY sore here's what he did. He heard me complain all day. So I just laid on our couch and.....he did the sweetest thing. Without me teaching him. Without even asking, he jumped up under my neck to help support it! And it helped! It really did! He NEVER done that before! He knew what he was doing! That was the sweetest thing he had ever done for me! But about when he was four.....he began having very serious seizures. My little boy was slowly dying day by day and there was nothing I could do! They said they couldn't believe how long he lasted! Other dogs with how serious his seizures were had died long before he did. And I know why. He did tried is hardest to be able to stay with me! He went through all that suffering just to stay a little longer with his daddy! One early morning........he was finally gone..........it broke my heart! I cried....and cried.....and cried..........I was never the same. There was nothing else on my mind than how much more time I could have spent with him or what i could have possibly done to prevent it. But the biggest thing was......I never said goodbye. He died in the middle of the night. Less than three feet from me.....and I never got to say my final goodbye. Now almost eight years later I still miss him. I'd do anything to just get to hold him in my arms again and say my final goodbye. I've missed him every single day since.