July 2002 Bullet came to us in a very sad time. We had just lost our girl Neely and we were devastated. The few days after Neely's passing, I looked at the want ads in the paper. Now for some that wouldn't be unusual but for me it was. I never read the newspaper let alone look at the want ads. This day I bought a paper and opened it to that page. The only thing I saw was one ad. In my eyes it was the whole page. I called and strangely enough, the dog I called about, I saw grow up.
So I went to meet him and loved him right away. He was a very happy, friendly, loving 5 year old boy. The owners loved him but felt with their jobs, he wasn't getting the attention he needed or deserved. There were many people wanting him but we were the only ones he cried for when we left. So one week after Neely passed, Bullet walked into our home. Not a second regret since.
Bullet loved everything and everyone completely. He played soccer ( very good at it too ), loved to have other dogs chase him, loved swimming, going for walks in the woods, loved puppies and babies and so many other things. Anyone who met him felt the love from him right away. He was a very gentle old soul. He welcomed all newcomers in his home. Whether they were staying for good or just visiting.
For 11 wonderful years we have loved him completely. The joy he gave us grew each day. The only time he did something to cause a problem was when he tried to make friends with a skunk. He tried very hard but the skunk didn't understand that. He was even happier with how bad he stunk. We weren't lol.
Once in awhile we would take him on the road with us in the rig. Bullet was a home body so even though he was " game for anything " he would rather be home with his human sister. The only thing he really liked and we don't know why, was when we would go through Montreal. He loved it there.
The following year after getting him, we adopted Daisy. Except for her biting his tail on meeting, they never had another spat and totally loved each other. They did everything together. She trusted him completely. Sadly , 2010 we lost Daisy due to Osteosarcoma. Bullet was devastated and mourned her loss since. He loved the other two girls ( Miss d and Pocket ) but they were not Daisy.
Right after Daisy passed, Bullet went grey and lost almost all of his hearing and sight. He also had congestive heart failure. He stopped being able to go for walks and all the things he loved to do. The new girls kept him busy for a bit at the beginning but later he just wanted to be left alone.
On Saturday he did something he hasn't done in over a year. He found his way to my bedroom, went around my bed and laid where Daisy use to sleep. He gave a little cry ( he hasn't made a sound in over 6 mths ) as if to tell her he was coming to the Bridge. He stood up and gave me " that look " that all pet owners know and never want to see. On Sunday night, he could hardly breathe and was in distress. I finally got him calmed and he went to sleep in my arms. We made the choice, if he made it through the night, we will help him on his final journey the next day.
Monday, Aug 19 /13 at 10:35 AM. my precious Bullet passed in my arms. He went peacefully.
I finally let mom know it was time. Aug 19th / 13 at 10:35 AM I went to the Rainbow Bridge. I was sad to say bye to my family but I was so tired and missed my gal pal Daisy so much.
My mom held me in her arms and told me how much she loved me and every second I was in her life she loved me more. She told me everyday I was a great boy and how handsome I was. I lived my life to the fullest and have no regrets.
When I arrived at the Bridge... Neely was the first to greet me. She thanked me for saving our family when she passed and how well I took care of them. Right behind her was my gal pal DAISY!!! She was bouncing around so happy to see me. She told me how much she missed me and we had a lot of catching up to do. Both my sisters no longer have Cancer and are happy , healthy and loving every second here at the bridge.
I found my pal Rambo who passed the same day as I did. He was a little scared but when he saw me and Daisy, he was ok. There are so many of my friends here along with my cousins Sable, Shepp,Tag, Ace, Lucky. I have seen the girl romancer Jackson ( yes he is still after the girls ), and many of my Dogster Rottie Rule friends. Boy these puppers know how to party.
Speaking of party... gotta go because one is starting now.
Well Diary, it's me again. I don't write much and don't share my feelings either. After all I am suppose to be a tough rotty / lab boy dog. Really I am a big softy and get hurt very easily. I have 2 sister dogs and I do love them. D came just before Daisy was diagnosed with Osteosarcoma and Pocket came the Sept after Daisy went away. My sis D tries to take care of me and comfort me. It's been over a year since my gal pal has been gone. Even though I know she won't be back, I still look for her. Mom says I have aged so much in this last year. That I have not been the same.
She knows I am getting old but it is more then that. She sees when mom says " Daisy " I get real excited and perk up. Only to go to the door or bedroom and she isn't there. I don't play any more. I can only go for a small walk now too. About 10 mins. I know mom is sad because she knows my time is coming. I want her to know how much she means to me and how happy she has made my life. I hope she knows that. I love my mom so much. I love all my family but there is nobody like mom.
My sis Pocket... hmmm lets just say TERRIBLE 2'S. She don't mean to hurt me when she is playing and knocks me down. She really is a great little baby sister. I know both my sisters will be there for mom when my time is up.
I don't want to go before my time but honestly I can't wait to see Daisy again. I hope she remembers me as much as I never forgot her.