I just keep hearing this over and over. I miss my dog but we did the right thing.
The last two years of her life, she was just a ghost of the dog she once was. The dog that would run laps of the backyard because she was so excited. The dog that ate the foot rests of our swingset. The dog that ate the pedals off my bike. The dog that barked at my mum when she pretended to beat me up. The dog that would check on me after my mum left me alone. The dog that I would spend hours outside playing with. The dog that I sang to when I was 5. The dog that snapped at a husky one day at the vets. The dog that would lick my sister and my faces when we laid down on the grass. The dog that ate pegs from the clothesline. The dog that snuck inside one night when I was 6 and slept on my bed without me knowing. The dog that would sit on top of her kennel and look inside. The dog that would knock you over just to get inside and find something to eat from the bin. The dog that once jumped through a window off her kennel just to get inside and to that bin. The dog that would bark the house down everyday when my dad got home from work. The dog I sat with in the garage for hours after she had a biopsy done. The dog that dragged me through gravel one night that Dad and I took her for a walk and she saw a cat. The dog that found a Little Miss toy from McDonalds one day on a walk and it became her favourite toy. The dog that everyone loved when they encountered her.
I miss you, Rosie. You’re in a better place now.
