Friday, February 26, 2010
...A Look Back
Today I decided to delete all info from my MySpace profile! (Does anyone even use that anymore?) I had one blog entry on there, but I want to paste it here. I might have done this already back in January '08, but I don't remember so I'm going to put it here again.
I am writing this on Thursday evening, January 10th, 2008.
My puppy, my friend, my little girl, my "Fuzzy Sugar Lips", my doggie, my Windy....
August 13, 1996 - January 11, 2008
I love her and I will never forget how perfect she is, how much love she gave, how much fun we had, how much joy she brought, what a personality she expressed, what feelings and loyalty she constantly showed us.
She loved her treats. She would "help" me bring in my clothes when it was time to do laundry on the weekends. She greeted us when we walked in the door even if we were gone for a minute. She stood next to me when I cried, she wagged her tail when we laughed. She helped open presents. She ate apples right off the core. She guarded Tyler from falling down the stairs when he was a baby. She never bit, snapped, growled or hurt a thing. Ever. She ate turkey basters when she was a puppy. She moaned every time she laid down in her recent years. She loved when I gave her "ear rubs".
The fur on her lips turned white with age and we called her sugar lips.
She would sit on the bath rug next to me when I got ready for work. She would munch on the snow outside while she waited for us to let her in. She was afraid of tennis balls. She had this way of talking to us right before we gave her a treat, and her mouth would curl up as she let out a friendly growl, then it grew into happy barks. She wouldn't even think of eating food we had on our coffee table when we had people over. She loved rides in the car, even when I just took her around the neighborhood. Just to see her stick her face out the window was priceless. She never jumped on people. She would sit in the same spot by the living room chair before we left to go somewhere as if she was guarding the house for us. If we sat on the couch and patted our lap, she would plop her head in it.
She hates rain. Even if she had to go out so bad, she would stay put until the rain stopped. It is raining right now and tomorrow she will be gone. Eleven years of nothing but the best friend any family could ask for. We did not own her. She was not "our dog". She was a member of our family. And she will never be forgotten.