Mopsie: One of the best ever...
So comes the time to say my goodbyes to the greatest dog to ever live with me, and possibly the earth. February 1st 1998 the sweet baby was born, and came to live with me that March. I remember being out for spring break if you're wondering. I can remember going to the peoples house where she was born and having the first pick of the litter. I remember this little puppy not leaving me alone, and eventually telling my mom that she was in fact the one for us. Who would have ever thought that sweet innocent puppy would become such a sweetheart even at nearly age 11.
The sweetheart would run down the hill where we lived at the time, and trip over her abnormally large ears. A year would pass and she would grow into them, and she wouldn't settle down. Actually about four years passed before she decided to be an old sweetheart that would just lay around. Fact, Basset Hounds have much more energy than you are led to believe. When we moved to Mt. Moriah, where I currently reside, she started going to church on Sunday mornings, and she would greet every single patron of the church. The members would grow to love her, and some would even bring her snacks. One older gentlemen would bring her peppermint every time he came to church. An older lady would bake her biscuits, not for my family or for me, but she would for Mopsie. She was the definition of church greeter, whenever I go to another church and someone greets me, I think its odd because our church has always had Mopsie.
So I am deeply saddened by the fact that she's gone. It hasn't really hit me yet, and I hope it stays that way. I could never ask for a better dog/companion than Mopsie. When I got home this afternoon she stuck her head out of her room and I kneeled down and loved on her for a moment before stepping inside. When I cam inside I let Maggie out of her room and we went out to potty. Maggie jumped on Mopsie and she never moved, and eventually Maggie left her and went to potty. We came back in and laid around, and roughly 30 minutes later Maggie was sick. Why was Maggie sick? Well a guess into the mind of a dog, I think Mopsie told her I'm not going to be around much longer, in some sort of dog code. While you may think I'm crazy, I honestly believe it. She just got sick out of nowhere, and I had to clean it all up. I was oblivious to how bad Mopsie really was and it hurts that I didn't give her a proper goodbye.
Everyone deals with heartache different ways, I am dealing with mine by writing a Eulogy for a friend of nearly 11 years. I am going to miss being greeted by her everyday when I come home. I am going to miss the loud snoring that I can hear at night. I am going to miss our afternoon rocks in the summer. There is so much that I will miss from her, but I don't have the will to write it all out. I want everyone to know how much she meant to me, and everyone that ever met her knows she was nothing but a sweetie. She will be missed in ways I can't even describe, and at the end of the day I have to continue, and theres only one thing that I think can really sum up everything being said:
I love you Mopsie.
The sweetheart would run down the hill where we lived at the time, and trip over her abnormally large ears. A year would pass and she would grow into them, and she wouldn't settle down. Actually about four years passed before she decided to be an old sweetheart that would just lay around. Fact, Basset Hounds have much more energy than you are led to believe. When we moved to Mt. Moriah, where I currently reside, she started going to church on Sunday mornings, and she would greet every single patron of the church. The members would grow to love her, and some would even bring her snacks. One older gentlemen would bring her peppermint every time he came to church. An older lady would bake her biscuits, not for my family or for me, but she would for Mopsie. She was the definition of church greeter, whenever I go to another church and someone greets me, I think its odd because our church has always had Mopsie.
So I am deeply saddened by the fact that she's gone. It hasn't really hit me yet, and I hope it stays that way. I could never ask for a better dog/companion than Mopsie. When I got home this afternoon she stuck her head out of her room and I kneeled down and loved on her for a moment before stepping inside. When I cam inside I let Maggie out of her room and we went out to potty. Maggie jumped on Mopsie and she never moved, and eventually Maggie left her and went to potty. We came back in and laid around, and roughly 30 minutes later Maggie was sick. Why was Maggie sick? Well a guess into the mind of a dog, I think Mopsie told her I'm not going to be around much longer, in some sort of dog code. While you may think I'm crazy, I honestly believe it. She just got sick out of nowhere, and I had to clean it all up. I was oblivious to how bad Mopsie really was and it hurts that I didn't give her a proper goodbye.
Everyone deals with heartache different ways, I am dealing with mine by writing a Eulogy for a friend of nearly 11 years. I am going to miss being greeted by her everyday when I come home. I am going to miss the loud snoring that I can hear at night. I am going to miss our afternoon rocks in the summer. There is so much that I will miss from her, but I don't have the will to write it all out. I want everyone to know how much she meant to me, and everyone that ever met her knows she was nothing but a sweetie. She will be missed in ways I can't even describe, and at the end of the day I have to continue, and theres only one thing that I think can really sum up everything being said:
I love you Mopsie.