They put my childhood dog down today. I know it was time, but that doesn’t make it any easier. They did it this morning, I didn’t learn until now. Guess they couldn’t reach me…

*sob*



It’s hard to sum up how possible it is to love an animal. Josie was my friend, she slept in my bed when I lived at home. Every time I came back from college, everytime I came home, she would greet me, with excitement and love, leaping around and whinnying, happy to see me, she would push her nose under my hand so I would pet her, she would jump up to the back of the couch to be closer to my face, to me standing just inside the door.



She was my confidant, when I, back for vacations, began to explore my relationship with the biggest crush of my life, she was the one I told first, in secret, that I loved, really loved the man who would become my husband.

She did tricks, sit, laydown, rollover, you could tell her to take her treats ‘easy’, so you could feed her beggin strips without her gulping your whole hand down, she would sit there, lips quivering around her canines, lusting with doggie appetite, but politely allowing you to lower the food to her nose, where she would gingerly take it from you and attack it on the floor.

she loved chasing ice around the floor, her stuffed squeeky bunnies. (Which, after destroying 2 very normal stuff bunny toys, pink and blue, where were at one time her ‘babies’– were just doggie stuff animal toys with squeekers inside, which she would search for in puppy glee, just to make it squeek squeek squeek until she’d eventually puncture the thing. ‘Go get your bunny’

She’d comfort me when I got sick, or when I was heart broken, her quiet company was always a given. Not bad for a second hand dog, that we got after months of dog-sitting when her ‘family’ had to move away to a place that didn’t allow pets.


She was so smart, even when she insisted in running away any chance she got, when we were dog sitting, so long ago, but only just blocks from here, if she ran away from their house, she’d eventually return to there, and when she ran from our house, she come back to ours, if, we didn’t canvass the area, and chase her back with treats and love.

Oh, this is so hard, I’ve never had another pet.


*sob*