Recovering from the loss of my puppy
Just recently I lost my puppy. I've had for a month but I was so attached to her. She would always wag her tail when I would come home from work, and would always sleep next to me. It's really hard because it was my girlfriends puppy (her dogs had a baby) and she gave her to my cousin. Unfortunately one of my cousins kids ended up being allergic to the puppy so I decided to take her. I wanted to take her so that way the kids can always see her whenever they want, and that they would feel like they've never lost her in the first place.
Unfortunately, a tragedy happened. My niece texted asking for me to send pictures of my puppy (her name was May-Z), and I told her that I would once i get home. When I got home, I opened the door and was looking forward to seeing my dog. Instead, I saw my dad crying and he told me that she was gone. I flipped, and told him that we got to look for her. And he said that she didn't run away. Instead, she dug a hole in the backyard, and went to my neighbors backyard to hang out with 3 dogs. Unfortunately, one of the dogs (the pitbul) mauled her.
My dad heard a loud scream and knew it was her. He told me that he had to use a ladder and had to use a stick to pull her back in and he buried her .
I've been so devastated and would have nver thought how much a dog would impact my life (in a positive way), and I don't know what to tell to my cousins kids....My girlfriend too has been devastated.
Sorry for venting, I just hope that perhaps someone here can relate. She was 5 months old. Fortunately my neighbor was so kind and comforted us for 2 hours. He even offered to put his dog to sleep but I didnt' want to seek any type of revenge. I knew it was an accident, and that my puppy ended up in their territory.
At the end of the day, I can only think about the great things my puppy brought in my life and I'm hoping she thought the same as well. I will forever miss her even if it was only for a month I've had her.
Thanks guys..
RIP Dad Oct 14 1954 - Mar 14 2015.
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RIP Dad Oct 14 1954 - Mar 14 2015.