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[In Loving Memory of Baby]
July 21st 2007 – May 5th 2010
How can I cope with the loss of my pug: Baby?
Those brown eyes that sparkled with love.
That wide smile with the tongue sticking out.
Can someone answer why has to be our loved ones that have to die?
I never wanted a pug.
This was before I met Baby.
Back in the day, to me pugs were ugly.
I wanted something cute like a Yorkie for example.
Then along came Baby.
He was strolling down the street July of the year 2007.
I never bothered to go after him.
Someone's dog was all I thought.
Then before I knew what happened
a family member brought him into the house.
He was panting.
Exhausted from what it seemed to be a long walk.
He had no collar.
That is when I decided to feed and bathe the pug.
That is when we fell in love.
July 21st of 2007.
All I can do is to remember the good times.
Like when I was swimming underwater,
when suddenly I heard a ker-splash!!
I turned around and saw a swarm of bubbles before me,
who would have guessed,
a pair of brown eyes twinkling at me.
Summer soon turned to fall,
Halloween was our favorite holiday.
Baby was dressed up as a hot dog
and ready to go.
I had to take the younger siblings out trick-or-treating,
so Baby tagged along. And boy was he spoiled.
We came home with extra bags of candy AND doggy treats!
Baby was one happy dog.
Christmas would be another favorite holiday. Why?
Because Santa Baby came to town.
He was decked out in his Santa uniform and managed not to end up on the naughty
side of the list.
He helped out with the gifts,
by unwrapping them of course.
He loved his new pet bed and pillow.
In March, we head up north for some snow.
Baby built a snowman by digging his paws into the snow
and we just helped him add a face to the paw-made snowman.
Did he stay long to see it completed?
Nope. He wanted to go warm up in the hotel hot tub.
Baby had changed into many different costumes.
and visited many states. Went shopping and doggy beaches.
Those brown eyes filled with sparkle.
Cindo de Mayo 2010. Baby was crying all night, heaving deep breaths.
I knew it was the day. I called in our vet. It was time.
My father drove me to the Animal Hospital.
There I sat those antagonizing minutes in the white room.
Baby was wrapped in his blanket.
Those brown eyes were fixed on me…Moist.
I looked deep into those eyes.
My heart fell. I knew I need to tell him again.
So I told him...
"I love you. Baby, I love you. Do you know that?"
His tail wagged with those brown eyes sparkling dimly.
That's when the nurse took him away. The last time I saw him.
I am crying as I am writing this. He has been my only best friend.
He has shown me that it is what counts on the inside not the outside.
He has been my journal of the times I cried at life's misfortunes.
He has been there through the sick days and the sunshine beach days.
I wish cancer did not take him away from me.
I wish that cancer did not take any family member away.
Unfortunately, it does.
Now I'm only asking: why?
Why did this happen?
Why did it happen to my brown eyed friend?
Baby was put down on May 5th of 2010.
A big piece of me was taken away on that day.
Now I am asking for help. I really need comfort.
I hate having those stating that "Baby was just a dog, get over it"
or "you'll soon move on to better things."
How can I cope with this misery I'm living with right now?
How am I supposed to live without those Brown eyes??
Thank you for the comforting words. It has been a tough summer without him. Irreplaceable! I have two pugs now but they can never take his place. My first and former Baby has been my everything just like your Lulu. It's true what you said about everything.