Jan 04, 2011 22:39
Peanut took a nasty tumble down the stairs tonight. The only thing she hurt was her pride, but I can see her getting more unstable every day.
I know what's coming, and I know I'll never be "ready." She'll let me know when it's time, though.
She was given to me when she was 3 months old; I was 17. Peanut is the first dog I raised from a puppy and she has been my co-pilot ever since. One time at Tech she attempted to follow me when I had to run something to a professor. I parked, didn't realize the window was down, so she followed me into the building. I had a few of my Block and Bridle friends watch her for a few minutes. When I came back to the club room, she was sprawled on the couch, demanding belly rubs.
She also rode on the 1998 and 1999 Homecoming floats that we built (we always came in second, stupid German Club). She has rescued two dogs (one was stuck in a claw trap - my brother's dog Wiley; another one got his leash tangled in the woods - my mom's friend's Husky, Kodi); converted people into dog lovers; mourned right along with me when my mom passed away; she has always been there when I needed love.
I don't know when it'll happen, but I get the feeling it's not too far off.