Ivy
You saved one last little squeak for me as I picked you up for the last time.
You saved one last little squeak for me as I picked you up for the last time.
I will never forget the way your little nose twitched immediately after the vet said, "He's gone," as if it was your last act of defiance.
The consequences of my wife opening a bulging can of dog food will remain us forever.
I'm reconsidering allowing my dog to sleep with me after I found a flea on me this morning.
My dog and my little brother practically grew up together, and now that she's gone, he doesn't have a playmate.
I had never seen my father cry until he found my pet bunny Coco dead in my backyard.
I am so glad I got that chance to just hold him and talk to him and breathe in his little doggie smell.
It's sad that my mother's cancer-filled dog seemed more frisky and alert on the day before he was put to sleep than he had been in years.
Later, I would realize that I cried harder when my dog died than I did at Mom's funeral.
While I lay on my bed, my guinea pig leaped onto my stomach, opened his mouth very wide and ran into my chin.