[scaredstiff]

Hey guys I wrote this about a year ago, the day my dog had to be put to sleep. It was published in a pet magazine and my school yearbook so I thought I would share it with all of you. Its really short but whatever.:rain

In Memory Of Becky

On Saturday June 26 2004 our family suffered a devastating loss. People who have never had such a close bond with an animal would regard her as just another dog. But with her being with us for 12 years, she was a best friend and a real family member. And even though she isn't with us in physical form anymore she is the rainbows in the sky, the breeze in the air and in our hearts. We knew she belonged to us and now I know she belongs in heaven, because she was truly an angel. Becky rest in peace and know we love and will miss you. And one day we will all again be together, but for now we will love you always and will forget you never.

 

[glittergaze]

That's really nice. Thank you for sharing it.

:thanks

 

[dust]

that's incredibly sweet. sorry about your dog. it's difficult, isn't it...

:hug

 

[dust]

i feel worse for the palestinian kid who just died today after throwing a rock at an israeli tank tho. dunno, im just weird.

alright mister, why don't you use your opium money to feed a few orphans.

 

[scaredstiff]

thanks for the nice comments guys. Its now been a year so i wrote the followup, and here it is....:cry

1 Year Anniversary

I can't believe it has already been a year, since we lost her. I thought by now it would be different, but I was wrong because it isn't any easier. The painful memories of that day are flooding my mind. I remember the last night she was here. I slept right beside her on the living room floor holding onto her, knowing I had to let her go the next morning. I remember trying to go into the room with her and Dad, and then having to go sit in the waiting room, beating myself up because I wasn't strong enough. Sitting in that waiting room felt like the longest half hour of my life. Every 5 minutes I worried I was going to pass out. When Dad finally came out I thought the hard part was over. Again I was wrong. The hardest part was hearing the words "shes gone". I started crying uncontrollably. It felt like someone had stabbed a knife through my heart. To some people I might sound like I'm being overly dramatic about a dog, but when you are with something every single day it soon becomes your best friend. When you are the one who has to give something a handful of medication everyday knowing deep down its the only thing keeping it alive, then and only then you might begin to understand how I feel. Lastly I remember leaving the vets, turning around to see the staff and the other people with tears in their eyes. I hate change, and I know I have to learn to cope with it. One thing that will never change though, is how much I love and miss her.

 

[glittergaze]

:hug