so sadly my time as miley's owner was very short lived. she was seriously the best dog i could have asked for. so behaved and just so cuddly. i could go on forever about her and how much i loved her. i honestly did not think i would get so attached to her in the the short time i had her. but i really i did. i hated leaving her for the day while i worked and couldnt wait to see her when i got home. she was just so mellow and relaxed all the time. i loved her very much.
well almost 3 weeks ago was one of the worst days ever. i was going out of town for the weekend and received an awful phone call from my parents (who were dog sitting for me) telling me that miley got out of the house. i immediately thought "oh no she has run away and my parents are out frantically searching for her" i thought this with the hope that they would find her. what was reality was far more devastating. they said she got out and ran. and ran and ran. my sister chased her on foot and my parents both got into cars and tried to catch her. i know she was running in hopes of finding home. finding me. i really was the only one she would cuddle with and listen to. she literally followed me every where that i went. i had never left her before and i know she was scared. anyways she m
ade is probably almost 10 blocks from my parents house to one of the more busy intersections. my parents called to tell me that as she ran across the street she was hit by a car and did not make it. i immediately began sobbing. i never thought this would happen or that i would feel all the emotions that i felt at the moment. it was terrible. no way to describe it. i was about 2 hours from vegas at the time and i cried almost the entire way there. i cried myself to sleep that night thinking about her being gone. i was super busy that weekend which helped keep my mind off of her. as we began the drive home and reached barstow i began to cry and continued until we got home. it was setting in that she was not going to be there when i got home. i wouldnt see her. she wouldnt jump in my lap and cuddle with me. it got worse the closer we got to home until i finally laid in my bed and just sobbed. grieving over the loss of my puppy whom i had grown to love so much. i honestly never thought i would be one of those dog people who loved their animal and basically considered it family.
but i am. and i miss her so much. i have her blanket that she liked to sleep on still on my bed and i refuse to wash it yet because it still smells like miley. and it was her blanket and so it
helps not miss her so much. it has been 3 weeks but i still feel very sad and cry
about it sometimes. i want another dog someday. but that day is far away. the pain is still too bad. and the thought of losing another pet is not something i can handle.
so here is
another picture of my cute little puppyya she was pretty awesome..she winked
1 comment:
Sorry about your loss. Sux I know. I was little when I lost my first pet. I think her name was Dutchess and she grew up with our family. She got blind in her old age and illnesses crept up. My mom had her put down as hard as that was. But I remember it being so hard for me because I didn't understand & our yard was so lonely after that. I now have a dog named Maggie at my gram's house who I raised until my mom decided it would be better for my grandma to have maggie since she is a chow and would offer protection. She is super old now. 14 or 15. She's almost lost her hearing and loosing her sight. I dread the day my grandma will call with the tragic news. Ugh. Fight back tears. Every time I see her I cry a lil thinking it might be my last. And then sometimes I get sad thinking about the 2 dogs Eric and I have. They are young now but I know that their time will come too...ugh the thought. That's why I believe in a doggy heaven! Gives me comfort!
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