goodbye woof woof
It's hard knowing next time I go home she won't come bounding down the stairs to see me, that I won't be able to reach down and pet her head and say "Hello woof woof," like I always did whenever I came home. I don't know when I started calling her woof woof, it wasn't a nickname, it started as a substitute for hello puppy or doggie or what have you.
I loved my woof woof. Shayla was a good dog and the perfect dog for our family. She was one of my best friends. We spent a lot of time together on our own because in high school my parents felt comfortable enough leaving me home alone for the week with Shayla to keep me company.
She was always so loving. Which was perfect because I need vast amounts of love. Sure, sometimes it would drive me crazy that she would just thrust her head on my lap and just stare up at me with her big brown eyes that just said "love me" but I didn't really mind.
I'll miss stroking her silky smooth ears and laying on the floor with her, just taking a nap with my dog. I feel like the house is going to be very lonely without her. Sure, I still have Smokey, my cat, but cats are not like dogs. Smokey has become a fussy old lady and will only come sit with you on her terms and she won't sit with your for very long. Dogs stay with you.
And of course there were the numerous times that Shayla would run off for a couple of hours and go for a swim in the river, but she'd always come back. I can't remember how many times she managed to break free and I couldn't get her, and I'd be going outside every twenty minutes calling her until she came back. She always did though. She just wanted a bit more play than I could give her.
I know we did the right thing, but I really miss her. And I'll be okay, but it's just kind of a sucky timing. I know we're not going to get another dog, and it wouldn't be the same because I don't really live there anymore anyway. We're such busy people it's hard to have animals.
I just wish this didn't have to happen now. But it did, she is gone, and so it goes. She was a good woof woof.
I loved my woof woof. Shayla was a good dog and the perfect dog for our family. She was one of my best friends. We spent a lot of time together on our own because in high school my parents felt comfortable enough leaving me home alone for the week with Shayla to keep me company.
She was always so loving. Which was perfect because I need vast amounts of love. Sure, sometimes it would drive me crazy that she would just thrust her head on my lap and just stare up at me with her big brown eyes that just said "love me" but I didn't really mind.
I'll miss stroking her silky smooth ears and laying on the floor with her, just taking a nap with my dog. I feel like the house is going to be very lonely without her. Sure, I still have Smokey, my cat, but cats are not like dogs. Smokey has become a fussy old lady and will only come sit with you on her terms and she won't sit with your for very long. Dogs stay with you.
And of course there were the numerous times that Shayla would run off for a couple of hours and go for a swim in the river, but she'd always come back. I can't remember how many times she managed to break free and I couldn't get her, and I'd be going outside every twenty minutes calling her until she came back. She always did though. She just wanted a bit more play than I could give her.
I know we did the right thing, but I really miss her. And I'll be okay, but it's just kind of a sucky timing. I know we're not going to get another dog, and it wouldn't be the same because I don't really live there anymore anyway. We're such busy people it's hard to have animals.
I just wish this didn't have to happen now. But it did, she is gone, and so it goes. She was a good woof woof.