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So, I haven't posted in forever, but I'm feeling the need to, since my parents have to put my dog down tonight.
My dog, Clover, was the best dog ever. I got her the spring of sixth grade, on St. Patrick's Day. My parents and I were at a horse show, and my aunt and uncle called to say there was an ad in the newspaper for Cocker Spaniels for sale up near their house. My parents and I went up there after the horse show and looked at all the puppies. Clover was the cutest, and a little quiet and very sweet. We loved her right away and were very, very excited to have her. I remember bringing her home in a box and stopping at Petsmart on the way home to get her some food and toys. She was the first big pet that we have had that I remember having, since I don't remember my first dog Blackie very much, and I pretty much grew up with Clover. I was her "Mom," and I always took care of her as best I could when I was home.
Clover was very rambunctious as a puppy, and chewed up everything she could find. She ate the pillows from our old couch, chewed up her toys into pieces, and chewed the straps from my Mary Janes. She was also very loud, and once got us into trouble on a family trip to the Morgan Grand National horse show, when she made so much noise in the hotel that we had to go back and get her. In spite of all the chewing and silliness, she was so cute that we could never be mad at her. I loved to play with her and snuggle on the floor, and that never changed.
After a while, Clover didn't like to play with toys so much, but she would always cuddle with us on the couch and watch TV, or beg for treats. She got ice cream almost every day when my parents did, and had her own "Clover bowls" that she got people food in. Of course, she was a very chubby dog, and we'd always tease her about it, but she was always happy when she was getting treats. She also liked going on walks with me, as long as I didn't make her run, and she was always very happy when she was sleeping up in my parents room on their floor.
As time went on, Clover began to get arthritis in her back legs. At first, this was hard for her, and she couldn't get up and down the stairs or climb into bed, but when the doctor prescribed Rimadyl for her, she made a major comeback. Since then, she hasn't really been in pain from the arthritis, and she was back to her usual self for several years. Then, a while ago, she got cataracts in one eye and although she got a little better after surgery, she got worse again and was unable to see with that eye afterwards. She later got cataracts in the other eye, and was completely blind for quite some time now. But once she got used to this, she was back to her old personality - she was still enthusiastic, but she just bumped into things sometimes. When I last saw her, she still knew the sound of my voice and knew my smell, and she was very happy to see me, as she always was when I came home from school. Until the last few weeks, she was doing great again - but that is when she finally got something that the doctors couldn't fix. They aren't sure what was wrong with her, but think it may have been a brain tumor.
Even though the last five years I have had most of my interaction with Clover through talking to her on the phone (I talk, she looks at the phone and then looks around for me), I still miss her a lot. She was a really great dog and I'll always remember her.
Sometimes we called her Buff Dog, and sometimes I called her Roo Dog, but to my dad and me, she'll always be Clover T Dog. Goodbye, Clover. I'll miss you.
My dog, Clover, was the best dog ever. I got her the spring of sixth grade, on St. Patrick's Day. My parents and I were at a horse show, and my aunt and uncle called to say there was an ad in the newspaper for Cocker Spaniels for sale up near their house. My parents and I went up there after the horse show and looked at all the puppies. Clover was the cutest, and a little quiet and very sweet. We loved her right away and were very, very excited to have her. I remember bringing her home in a box and stopping at Petsmart on the way home to get her some food and toys. She was the first big pet that we have had that I remember having, since I don't remember my first dog Blackie very much, and I pretty much grew up with Clover. I was her "Mom," and I always took care of her as best I could when I was home.
Clover was very rambunctious as a puppy, and chewed up everything she could find. She ate the pillows from our old couch, chewed up her toys into pieces, and chewed the straps from my Mary Janes. She was also very loud, and once got us into trouble on a family trip to the Morgan Grand National horse show, when she made so much noise in the hotel that we had to go back and get her. In spite of all the chewing and silliness, she was so cute that we could never be mad at her. I loved to play with her and snuggle on the floor, and that never changed.
After a while, Clover didn't like to play with toys so much, but she would always cuddle with us on the couch and watch TV, or beg for treats. She got ice cream almost every day when my parents did, and had her own "Clover bowls" that she got people food in. Of course, she was a very chubby dog, and we'd always tease her about it, but she was always happy when she was getting treats. She also liked going on walks with me, as long as I didn't make her run, and she was always very happy when she was sleeping up in my parents room on their floor.
As time went on, Clover began to get arthritis in her back legs. At first, this was hard for her, and she couldn't get up and down the stairs or climb into bed, but when the doctor prescribed Rimadyl for her, she made a major comeback. Since then, she hasn't really been in pain from the arthritis, and she was back to her usual self for several years. Then, a while ago, she got cataracts in one eye and although she got a little better after surgery, she got worse again and was unable to see with that eye afterwards. She later got cataracts in the other eye, and was completely blind for quite some time now. But once she got used to this, she was back to her old personality - she was still enthusiastic, but she just bumped into things sometimes. When I last saw her, she still knew the sound of my voice and knew my smell, and she was very happy to see me, as she always was when I came home from school. Until the last few weeks, she was doing great again - but that is when she finally got something that the doctors couldn't fix. They aren't sure what was wrong with her, but think it may have been a brain tumor.
Even though the last five years I have had most of my interaction with Clover through talking to her on the phone (I talk, she looks at the phone and then looks around for me), I still miss her a lot. She was a really great dog and I'll always remember her.
Sometimes we called her Buff Dog, and sometimes I called her Roo Dog, but to my dad and me, she'll always be Clover T Dog. Goodbye, Clover. I'll miss you.