Poochie

I got Poochie on a warm day in early September 1984. He was the only boy puppy of a litter of 3. The first time I laid eyes on him I fell in love. He was so small and rambunctious. He kept on trying to squeeze himself through a drainpipe. The people who bred him gave him to me as a gift because my parents had just parted. I remember taking the small puppy home and holding him on my chest trying to stay awake so I could show off my new puppy to my mom when she got home from work. I was only 7 years old then and 11 at night was late...so I fell asleep.

We spent many of good times together and had some bad times too. I almost lost him in the jaws of a dog that lived down the street. I also broke my front tooth on the top of his head. I still have that broken tooth as a reminder of my frisky little puppy.

As days and years went on. I grew closer and closer to him. We would sit and watch TV together, go for walks, share and ice cream cone together...whatever I did he did.

My mother remarried and soon after my step father passed away. Poochie stayed by his side until the bitter end.

I grew up and left for college. I gave up being Poochie's "mommy" to my mother. She loved him as much as I did. We shared a wonderful 16 1/2 years together. I miss him greatly, but he needed our help when it was his time. He had always had seizures but they got worse with age. He had cataracts and severe arthritis. We knew when he stopped rolling in the grass and playing with his "squeeky" toys that he was no longer enjoying his life. We put our little Poochie to sleep on February 9th 2001. He went so fast and the doctor said he was a very sick dog.

I will forever miss you Poochie and your other mommy misses you greatly too.

We love you

See you at the Rainbow Bridge...I'll bring the snausages and Mr. Squeeky