R.I.P. Mona
on friday aug. 19 2005, my beautiful girl doggy died. she had heart problems and before it got any worse than it had gotten we decided to put her to sleep. although she is not with me right know i know it was the right thing to do if i truely loved her.
i miss her soo much and i know Linda does too, linda is my other dog, she had been together for 10 years, and yesterday when linda went to be taken out by my mom she came back and mona was gone. linda still waits for her to come back and sometimes looks all over the house for her. my mom tells me to be strong if i want linda to be as healthy as she was when mona was around so i have to stop my crying. i know she's right but when i look at the empty food bowl and i know she's not going to come back i can't help but to cry for her, i know that where ever she is right now she's not feeling any pain and that's good but in my own selfish ways i want her to come back and be with me. she was going to turn 10 on sep 13.
last night was the most painful night, i had to say goodbye to mona, she may have been a dog but to me she was like the sister i never had. as soon as my dad said " okay, say goodbye to mona because she's not going to come back" i fell to my knees and cryed my eyes out. the looks she gave me were the looks of her knowing where she was going, she knew this was going to be the last time she saw any of us. it wasn't like losing a dog, it was losing apart of the family, and for me it was losing apart of me, my heart.
i couldn't have asked for a better companion, she was there when no one else was, she listened when no one else did. she fell silently asleep in my dads hands and never opened her eyes.
she will be greatly missed, and forever remembered.
mona i love you ... we will meet again
i miss her soo much and i know Linda does too, linda is my other dog, she had been together for 10 years, and yesterday when linda went to be taken out by my mom she came back and mona was gone. linda still waits for her to come back and sometimes looks all over the house for her. my mom tells me to be strong if i want linda to be as healthy as she was when mona was around so i have to stop my crying. i know she's right but when i look at the empty food bowl and i know she's not going to come back i can't help but to cry for her, i know that where ever she is right now she's not feeling any pain and that's good but in my own selfish ways i want her to come back and be with me. she was going to turn 10 on sep 13.
last night was the most painful night, i had to say goodbye to mona, she may have been a dog but to me she was like the sister i never had. as soon as my dad said " okay, say goodbye to mona because she's not going to come back" i fell to my knees and cryed my eyes out. the looks she gave me were the looks of her knowing where she was going, she knew this was going to be the last time she saw any of us. it wasn't like losing a dog, it was losing apart of the family, and for me it was losing apart of me, my heart.
i couldn't have asked for a better companion, she was there when no one else was, she listened when no one else did. she fell silently asleep in my dads hands and never opened her eyes.
she will be greatly missed, and forever remembered.
mona i love you ... we will meet again