She darted out from under the porch, across the yard, through the tomato plants, under the fig trees
My dad ended up putting Paci to sleep. She was old. I had her since I was four years old.
Every time I see a dog I tear up.
I remember how she used to sleep under my bed until she got too old. She would chase me around the yard when I was young and bite little holes in my socks and ends of my dresses and all my winter shoes were scuffed up at the toes because she would nip at them when we would go out in the snow. She loved the snow. And the beach. No other dog loved the beach as much as she did.
I'm mad at my dad and brother because neither my mom or I got to say goodbye. We weren't told until after she was put down. I was the last one to find out, and that was more than 24 hours after it happened. And it wasn't even from my dad or Evan. I'm so infuriated.
He didn't just leave her at the vet though, which I'm happy for. He poured her a big bowl of cocoa puffs for breakfast that morning (She loved cereal with milk and chocolate, it was only appropriate), he drove her to the vet, went into the back with her and rubbed her ears until she passed.
Anyway. Here's to you, Paci. You had such a silly name and hope you never resented four year olds naming you.
Every time I see a dog I tear up.
I remember how she used to sleep under my bed until she got too old. She would chase me around the yard when I was young and bite little holes in my socks and ends of my dresses and all my winter shoes were scuffed up at the toes because she would nip at them when we would go out in the snow. She loved the snow. And the beach. No other dog loved the beach as much as she did.
I'm mad at my dad and brother because neither my mom or I got to say goodbye. We weren't told until after she was put down. I was the last one to find out, and that was more than 24 hours after it happened. And it wasn't even from my dad or Evan. I'm so infuriated.
He didn't just leave her at the vet though, which I'm happy for. He poured her a big bowl of cocoa puffs for breakfast that morning (She loved cereal with milk and chocolate, it was only appropriate), he drove her to the vet, went into the back with her and rubbed her ears until she passed.
Anyway. Here's to you, Paci. You had such a silly name and hope you never resented four year olds naming you.