To my childhood dog,
I remember the first day we got you, finally I was getting a pet! I remember seeing you and thinking âheâs the oneâ. You tried to run away when we first took you home, but after that you knew you had found your forever home and family.
You and I grew up together. I learned how to ride a bike and you learned how to beg like a pro. I grew taller and you grew fluffier. We used to sit outside to watch the clouds and nature together. You used to walk with my sister, mom and I to the bus stop every day to wait for the bus when I was in elementary school. I remember when that stopped when I entered middle school and you were so confused.
You would always greeted me when I came home with your tail wagging and licks on my face. When my mom put you on my bed to wake me up in the morning youâd come over and lick my nose and lay next to me. You shook during car rides because you were nervous, you loved going to grandmaâs house but hated going to the vet. One time we took you to the beach and you were scared of the water. You were also scared of balloons, vacuums, napkins and any other dog.
You had your own personality and you loved chicken, ham, cereal, bread, eggs and cheese. You were the weirdest dog I had ever met, but you were my dog.
Thank you for being there when I always needed you. When no one else was around, you were there to comfort me. After a hard day, a break up or when I was scared, you were there. You let me hold you, hug you and cry into your fur.
I remember when you got diagnosed with leukemia and how much I cried and asked why. You had to get chemotherapy and take pills, it went into remission for a year and I was so lucky to have you for another year of my life.
Then one day you stopped eating and acting like yourself. We tried to feed you anything, we even put your food in a syringe and tried forcing it down your throat like we used to when you were sick, but nothing worked. The doctor said you had a tumor and you probably wouldnât survive surgery. My parents agreed the best thing to do was euthanize you before it got worse, even though I begged them not to.
I remember your last day, just being next to you and petting you constantly. I remember the last time I held you, your breathing was so shallow, so I knew it was time. I couldnât watch them put you down, Iâm sorry I wasnât there, but I couldnât watch my best friend die.
Almost two years ago I lost my childhood pet and I wouldnât trade the memories with him for anything. Childhood pets are there with you through everything and they never cease to make you smile. Never take for granted the time you have with your childhood pet. A pet is only part of your life, but you are their whole life.
Love,
Ashley
RIP to my amazing childhood dog ‘Lucky Luck’. Yes I cried writing this, I mean look how cute he was!