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Puck, the playful punk.
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January 8, 2015 #46924AnonymousInactive
Hi! My name is Puck. It was something else before, but I forgot it pretty quickly once momma brought me home. I was a special, brand new adventure for my mom. She’d never adopted a dog before, and she’d never experienced pitty love.
I had been adopted three times before momma found me, and I was only a little over a year old. I didn’t like being away from my people, and when they were gone I panicked. Momma found this out the hard way when I escaped not only my kennel, but the apartment the first time momma left me alone. I ended up spending a night in puppy jail because Momma didn’t get to the Humane Society quite fast enough. I think it broke her heart more than mine when she had to leave me.
Eventually, Momma figured out how to keep me in my room when she had to work. I was a little frustrated, but I greeted her everyday with a big smile and a huge butt wiggle…I could tell they always made her happy.
I didn’t always get along with other puppies. I never quite learned the difference between another dog threatening my Momma and just saying hi and wanting to play. But Momma took me to training and I was getting so much better.
After 18 months of pure happy, I got really sick. The vet told Momma I didn’t have much longer. Boy did Momma spoil the daylights out of me for the next couple of weeks! I got to eat things that I never had before (pizza, where had you been all my life!)! Finally, on sept. 11, 2014 Momma woke up and I was too tired to be my regular, happy self. I hurt and Momma knew it was time (she’d always tried to do everything to make me happy and healthy, and she just couldn’t make me suffer). So she took me to McDonald’s one last time (man, I ate like a KING) and sent me on my way.
I’m sitting here at the Rainbow Bridge, waiting for her to come see me again (although I won’t lie, there is the occasional bunny rabbit that wants to play a game of chase). I know I did my job and was a good puppy to my Momma, that I changed her life for the better in ways she didn’t even know I could. So, I’ll just sit here and wait (and play) and be her guardian puppy until it’s time for me to play with her again. -
January 11, 2015 #50665Justin PalmerKeymaster
This is so moving Alicia! We’ll be posting it on our facebook page today.
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January 20, 2015 #55315ScruffersdadParticipant
Awe, now you went and made me cry. I’m glad you had your boy for the time you did, and I’m sure that he is waiting for you. Mark
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February 9, 2015 #62080foxandchiParticipant
Awww, this is bittersweet. It sure sounds like your boy lived a great life.
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