Post by Kitty on May 18, 2018 3:35:46 GMT
Spent a long time wondering if I should hit the post button on this. idk here it is.
As some may know, Tuesday my dog passed away. Figured this might help with the grief process. She was 16 years old, my family and I picked her out of the litter when she was just a few days old. I was 11 (almost 12) at the time and said she would be my dog as my sister already had a dog, Marilyn's father in fact. We named her after Marilyn Monroe because her fur was a silvery white/blond color. (like Marilyn Monroe's hair.) She was so tiny when she came home. She could fit in one hand. I fed her and she slept with me, so she became mine. I took her with me where ever I went. She knew if I was sad or upset. She'd come lay with me and lick my face.
She was a mama too. She had a few litters before she was fixed. She was a good mom to her puppies. She was tough as well, got attacked a few times by bigger dogs because she thought she herself was a big dog. She didn't like thunder or fireworks though. We spent a lot of time on the bathroom floor together with loud music playing as she shook like a leaf.
As she grew older her health and youthfulness declined. By the end she was def(which was ok as she could no longer be afraid of thunder/fireworks anymore) she was half blind, hardly any teeth, arthritis, and couldn't hold in her bladder. She would still hobble along happily when it was time to eat. She'd always be behind me when I turned around and bump into her. She'd follow me from room to room. She'd also follow my daughter around when she was a toddler because the food the kiddo would drop. She did the same for my son. She was a little vacuum.
When we found her Tuesday I've never cried harder in my life. I knew the day would come. Best friends don't live forever.
I still turn around and expect her to be there. But the house is somewhat quiet now. No longer are there sounds of her paws on the tile floor, no barking to go outside, no old dog sighs when she'd lay down. She is in a better place, I have to keep telling myself this. It's hard to say goodbye but I have to stay strong. My family needs me, my Simplex family needs me. I have to be strong for them, for y'all. I'm getting there, today I didn't wake up to puffy red eyes and I've only cried a few times. I'll be ok, eventually.
she was a good doggo who did the best derps. She'll be truly missed.
