Well I have nothing to add from my last post! Except for the fact that I'm physically and mentally exhausted. What's new?
Memory #101
I talked about my cat in the last post so I guess I ought to include my puppy, because my obsession extends to her too and I may or not be snuggling with her. Since the day I was born until 7th grade we had a dog named Larry. He was one of those "So ugly he was cute" kind of dogs, or at least that's what my mom always said about poor Larry boy. The day we had to put Larry down was a really tragic day, you know it sucks when your childhood pet dies especially when all you've known in life is having that pet as a part of your family. When Larry was gone our house didn't feel complete. It was lacking that kind of love that only a dog can exude. So a week after Larry went to puppy heaven my parents decided that we were going to get another puppy.
I remember driving to the county's shelter with my whole family all wearing smiles because we knew there was a possibility of getting a new furry family member. We walked around the shelter looking at all of the dogs and I guess we eventually ended up in front of one kennel where this small 8 month year old golden looking dog was huddle up in the corner of her cage whimpering. I don't know what it was but our whole family fell in instant love. So we of course asked if we could pull her out and interact with her. Once we got in this playpen this once scared puppy mauled me and I remember my mom saying, "Well I like her." Foreals. That's how it went down. So of course my brother and I were sold on this dog. Then came the bad news. She needed a hip replacement surgery and it would take a while until we could officially adopt her. My dad, for good reasons, was skeptical but I guess because we had already fallen in love with her both my mom and dad agreed to adopt her. It was such an agonizing week after that though. Everyday after school I remember coming home and asking my mom, "Is the puppy here yet?" and then being disappointed when she told me no.
My poor mother basically had to be the messenger of bad news for that whole week but I remember her (and my dad) doing everything in their power to get this dog into our household. I don't remember what happened but I think my mom eventually got fed up with the pound keeping Sandy and not doing anything that my mom finally just drove down to the shelter and taking her home. Which was seriously one of the best nights ever. This is going to sound strange (whats new) but whenever I feel sad about my mom not being here anymore I cuddle up with Sandy and somehow I'm comforted. I am reminded of the times of snuggling with my mom and Sandy during lazy afternoons. Which I miss but for now I still have one of my snuggle buddies and for that I'm grateful.
Love always,
Erin
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