I Consider My Pets Family
We had a dog, a crossbreed Border Collie/Spaniel, she was the runt of a farm litter and lived with us for 12 years.
As I went to work one morning, she sat in her bed looking at me (the same every day), and I patted her head as I left.
Later that morning I got a phone call from my (now ex) wife to tell me that "Lottie" was dead. As I had passed her that morning, she had suffered a seizure, and the vet put her to sleep.
I was working in London, and drove the 60 miles home like a lunatic, just to see her. When I got there they had buried her in our garden, under a Lilac tree, and I just sat there until dark missing her.
As an adult, I shed a tear in selfish pain, remembering the happiness we shared.
15 years later, I still think of her and the life she lead, hoping that we had added something to her short life. Her look was unique, and I would never try to replace her.
As I went to work one morning, she sat in her bed looking at me (the same every day), and I patted her head as I left.
Later that morning I got a phone call from my (now ex) wife to tell me that "Lottie" was dead. As I had passed her that morning, she had suffered a seizure, and the vet put her to sleep.
I was working in London, and drove the 60 miles home like a lunatic, just to see her. When I got there they had buried her in our garden, under a Lilac tree, and I just sat there until dark missing her.
As an adult, I shed a tear in selfish pain, remembering the happiness we shared.
15 years later, I still think of her and the life she lead, hoping that we had added something to her short life. Her look was unique, and I would never try to replace her.
