I Will Never Forget You
I remember you being born. Just seeing you among your brothers and sisters brought a smile to my face. I never understood why you, from all the others stood out at me. I was only 5 years old at the time but I never realised that that day I chose my best friend/ my companion that would be the best listener, that would cheer me up or just be there for me through thick and thin.
I remember bringing you home, sitting in that back seat staring at how small and cuddly you were with your tiny paws and soft fur. Once at home... you marked your territory in the centre of the kitchen. I'll look at that spot now and remember the first day that we ever spent together. When I first brought you outside to show you your new home, you seemed scared and afraid but it was alright because I was right by your side. It didn't take you that long to get used to it but once you did... that kitchen floor was covered in a trail of little tiny paw prints that would lead to me. I think back to that and just smile; it's another memory to always treasure.
There were days were I was unable to distinguish which one of us was the dog. I loved our never-ending pretence of the playful times we spent together; we went on so many adventures out that back garden. I will always have that vision of your floppy ears and that cute little run you had as you bounced throughout the grass. Even now, a smile appears on my face when I think back to those days on the green, whenever I used to call your name, you would face me, tilt your head and flop one ear. You would then look at me as if to say;
"Is that really my name?" But as always you would come running over to me and I would have my arms open as you would pounce on me and bring me to the ground.
What I'll never forget is that cute little yelp that you let out to let me know that you were still there, you weren't going anywhere. You absolutely loved to make a mess of the house and everything in sight was your chew toy, it was your passion to wag that cute little tail and flash those big brown eyes looking for my attention which you always received. I hated scolding you because you would put your head down on the floor and give me those irrisistable innocent eyes, even then I could read you like a book; you'd always say the same thing;
"I'm sorry, but I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching"
The collar you wore around our neck was not a property tag, it was a gift from me to you, a friendship collar, symbolising that you were MY friend, not my property. I loved to take you for walks... no wait, let me rephrase that - you loved to take me for walks. Once that lead was attached to your collar, you were gone like a shot from a gun out that front door with intentions of winding up somewhere unknown. You loved to get lost amongst the tall wifts of grass that we ploughed through just to get to the other side of I don't know how many fields until you found the right one to just lie down and relax with me by your side while we watched the clouds go by.
As you got older and wiser, you became my watch dog - somehow you ended up on the night shift so that you could protect me while I slept. Your bark was unique, I could always tell when something was wrong or something was up with you. As I think back a few years ago, I could never quite get to sleep at first, not when I heard howling and it sure wasn't the wind. Either way I always felt safe knowing you were near; you were the first on my mind in the morning and last on my mind at night. It’s like you never slept. You always reminded me of a big, strong courageous lion that would prowl around guarding his family. You had the most generous heart; one lick on my face would tell me how much love you had to offer.
Your fur was so beautiful and warm and I could just tell that you loved the attention from everyone admiring it. It was so soft and cuddly that I couldn't help but rubbing it every time I was with you. I'll never forget that golden brown colour that ran throughout your fur. You had a white patch around our nose which I will never forget either. Sometimes when I looked at you, you would yawn, it was a really wide yawn that told me you had been up for most of the hours during the day and that you didn't get much sleep, that’s another thing we had in common. You were never patient enough to be thought many tricks but what you did learn was how to shake hands. Whenever I was sad or felt a bit down, you would come over to me and give me that paw even if I didn't want it. You insisted on shaking hands which was more than enough to cheer me up.
Whenever I had a hard day at school, you would always be there just waiting for me with your tail wagging just to say;
"Welcome home. I missed you"
It's like you never had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there for me. There was never a moment’s peace when I had homework to do or places to go. You would sit beside me looking for my attention. You never asked for anything more than for me to rub your tummy or pat your head so you could go asleep with your head resting on my leg. There was a certain point where I felt so happy just to be in your presence. You always brightened up my rainy days and all you had to do was look at me to put a smile on my face.
As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then, one day, old age finally took over and you couldn't stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one last favour. It killed me inside to know that you were going through so much physical pain but I knew the time was getting closer when I'd have to say goodbye to you.
With tears in my eyes, I brought you one last time to the vet. I stood by you as you stumbled in the door but I refused to leave your side.
One last time, you were lying next to me. For some strange reason, you didn't look like yourself; you looked like you were on the highway to hell. You were unable to stand up in the room and it was hard for me to see you shivering, you couldn't even look me in the eye anymore. That’s when I knew it was goodbye. It was for the best - you have to understand that. I just couldn't bare the fact that you were suffering so I had to let you go. Despite my fear of needles, I held your paw as I watched it being inserted. Just before the "doggie medicine" started to work, you turned to me and looked at me as if you recognised me and it's as if you were saying;
"Goodbye... my friend. Thank you for taking care of me"
That’s when I thought to myself; No... Thank you for taking care of me.
Before I blinked, you were gone; gravity got the better of you and pulled your head towards the ground. The only sound to be heard was the sound of my teardrop fall to the floor. I was without you. My heart had never felt so empty.
I watched you come into this strange, cruel world but it only felt right that I watched you leave it too. I will never forget you... my friend.
Created: Feb 21, 2012EmcT Document Media