I honestly cannot remember a day that I ever wanted to be without my very own babies. I knew that when I grew up, I was going to have lots, and lots of them.
But, after 4 kiddos, and when my doctor said “NO MORE BABIES! “
My baby Factory was shut down!
So, my husband went out of his way to make me happy again, and surprised me with a cute little black puppy, she was a Pom Poo, and I named her Precious.
She became my baby. Precious thought she was human.
She followed me and Jazzy girl everywhere, and would growl at the boys and Trav, if she thought they were messing with us. She was there as Jazzy learned to walk; she allowed the kids to squeeze her and kiss her and even throw her, which lead to a broken leg at 6 wks old!
I know that Trav regretted getting me the dog, or maybe he regretted the 4 kids..lol (Just kidding) But the look on his face when he saw that bill, when I insisted the VET fix her leg, and put it in a cast for 6 wks was priceless. But, I did not want a 3 legged puppy dang it!
So she recovered, and was very happy to have all 4 legs!
She would wait outside on the rug, when I showered.
She sat near my lap when I would read my books.
She would join me for my Sunday nap.
She would pose in our yearly Christmas pictures.
She greeted and loved on anyone that came thru the door.
In September she turned 9 years old. The last couple of years, when the weather would get cold, her legs would start locking up, and she got to where she could not get on and off the couch anymore. I could tell she was in pain, but I just held her and hoped she would feel better. When we had our first cold day this year, her little legs and neck got stuck this time, and it just broke my heart to see her stuck like that.. So, I had to decide it was time to have her put down. Jazzy and I sat with her, and we held her and told her that we loved her, and how we would miss her. She sat there and just looked at us, and I sware she knew what was about to happen. She kissed on us, and tried to lick our tears,..
After she was put down and buried, I spent the evening in my room crying. I find it amazing how we can get so attached to these furry little animals.
Yeah, I felt silly, cause I know some people who are reading this, are thinking “Seriously Amanda!?” But, you will get over it, because she was more than just a dog to me. I also know there are people who understand how I am feeling, as a matter of fact; I got a text from a sweet friend of mine. She told me how sorry she was, and than shared a poem that was given to her when she went thru the same thing.
It was very touching, and so, for those who have experienced this, I am sharing it with you.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here,
that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor:
Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again,
just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing:
they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together,
but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance.
Her bright eyes are intent:
Her eager body quivers.
Suddenly she begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass,
her legs carrying her faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and you and your special friend finally meet,
you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.
The happy kisses rain upon your face:
Your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
