Thursday was the worst day of my life since February 3rd 2003
After almost 10 years of falling in love and raising the most wonderful creature on this planet (I will fight you) My baby girl slipped out of this world at 9 AM Thursday Morning.
I left my phone at home (which I never do) And all day I looked for it at work, and finally I gave up looking for it and went home. when I returned I found my phone on my counter top. I was relieved until I seen my mom standing in the hallway. She told me that it was serious and I thought she was going to tell me she was sick... She said Pebbles Died, and I didn't believe her, and she said it again...
I ran into the living room where she had Pebbles laying in her blankets, and seen her lying there, she didn't look dead, in fact she looked as she always looked, alive with hope in her eyes and a smile on her face. Her eye was open, and it was looking at me, but not in the creepy way.
I screamed for a good half hour before I went and pet her for 3 hours.
Pebbles was my baby, nobody else but my mom could understand. It wasn't like loving a child, I've never had a child and I know that it's a different love. Pebbles was my partner, she was everything that represents who I am as a person, she wasn't the biggest dog (a tad overweight like myself lol) But she had the biggest heart. She loved people, dogs, cats, and especially kids. She was always happy to go somewhere, and every night she was at my side. Every day she was with me, she followed me, she went places with me, and she never backed down from anything. She was what I believe is perfect.
I believe in God, I believe in spirits, and I believe in multiple realms of reality. I know she'll always be with me. When I lost other pets I felt a period of grief, but knew they crossed over. Pebbles is still with me, and I believe she will be until I cross over, because for Pebbles heaven was with me, heaven was going everywhere I went, and following me, and making friends. I know she's at peace (she always was, and she didn't suffer) I know that she's happier now than she ever could be, because she can go with me everywhere.
I just wish I could feel her warmth, and pat her belly, and raise her back legs up, and get her excited to go for a ride. She died in my mom's lap at 9 AM, before I left that day I told her I'd be home soon. I told her she was my Valentine the night before and she laid on my lap snorting and begging for treats.
I owe my life to Pebbles, it was her that kept me fighting through my depression, it was her who helped me become more active, and it was her who gave me hope.
Pebbles was and always will be mine, and no other creature can take that honor. Kids grow to become themselves, and I refuse to let another pet take her place, I won't deny love or deny them, but Pebbles was just special.
I've lost dogs, my cats, family, friends, and my Dad. And all of those hurt in their own way, but Pebbles was my greatest loss, because Pebbles was the best thing I ever had or ever will.
I thank God for the opportunity to raise and love something so much, and I promise to learn from that love, and project it in the only way I know how, and that's the way Pebbles loved me.
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I'm so sorry to hear this. It's so scary to think of when owning a pet that they aren't there forever. But Pebbles lived a long life, it's good to hear for once that a dog went out living to a ripe age rather than a premature death (before even hitting the double digits). Stay strong.
