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Likes: Eating!
Pet-Peeves: When you blow on his face.
Favorite Toy: his tug of war rope and, of course, his giant squeaky toy.
Favorite Food: Anything!
Favorite Walk: The backyard was about it...
Best Tricks: Roll over and speak.
Arrival Story: One day my mom, brother, and I went to play Bingo. I actually won, too. I won $ 50, but only got to keep $20 of it. I kept complaining, "Mom, what can I buy with $20?" On the way home, we had to stop at the grocery store. My brother didn't feel good, and I was still mad, so we stayed in the car. After about 3 minutes, I got bored and walked to the entrance. When I got there, people were selling puppies right outside the door. My mom over there, playing with the fattest one. I glanced at the sign and it said "Puppies for sale! $20 each." My eyes lit up and I immediantly started begging my mom to let me get one. I told her that I'll even buy it myself. She finally caved in after about 10 minutes, and I walked in the store with my new puppy. I carried it around the store and everybody constantly asked, "What's his name?" Then, when we were at the register, and elderly man told me that I should name him Pacco. The man was very nice, so I decided to name him Pacco. It was a cute name, anyways. My brother was shocked when we got in the car with a puppy. That was the best day of my entire life, it's when I recieved the greatest gift from God, the gift of love.
Bio: Pacco wasn't even a year old when he passed away. It was the saddest day of my entire life. I was outside, practicing my softball, while my brother was playing with some friends, and my dad was mowing the lawn. All I could remember was the screeching of tires and my brother's friend screaming, "YOUR DOG JUST GOT HIT!" Like instinct, I ran as fast as my legs could take me toward the road. I screamed when I saw my baby lying on the road surrounded by blood. I screamed and ran to his side. My brother told me to get my dad, but I refused shaking with sobs. He finally persuaded me to go, and I ran as fast as I could to him and back to Pacco. My mom ran out of the house and told me to go inside. I didn't want to, but at this point she was shouting, so I ran inside and fell on the kichen floor. How could this be happening? Was he going to be okay? Why did it have to be my angel? I cried until they brought him in. We tried calling the Animal Hospital, but it was closed already. Human hospitals are open 24/7, why shouldn't animal hospitals be? Anyways, that night I slept on the floor barely breathing between sobs. Sometimes it would die down a little, then all at once, huge waves of emotion would crash on me. The next day, my parents made me go to school while they took him to the hospital. How could they? After 6 agonmizing hours, I returned home only to find my mom sleeping and my dad mowing the backyard. I searched the house for Pacco, knowing that God wouldn't have let him die so young. I ran to the backyard and asked my dad where he was. He turned the engine off and looked at me with watery eyes. That's when I knew it. I cried for hours and hours having a sore throat by the next day. To this day, over a year past the horrible day, I still cry about him. Even now, as I write this tears drops falling off my face, I know that April 19, 2004 was his day to go and that is how God wanted it to be.
Forums Motto: My gift of God
The Groups I'm In: (For the love of) SQUEAKY TOYS!!!, Bullies are Good Dogs, whoahh. cool dogs., ~*~In Memory Of Our Dogs (IMOOD)~*~
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It's been over 2 years since he has gone. I still miss him horribly. Truth be told, he was the only dog that ever liked ME best. The rest have all liked my dad or my brother... Pacco on the other hand, always spent the days with me. I think he knew what time of day I got home from school because he was always jumping up on the screen door when I got off the bus. I even remember that one time when we both fell asleep on the couch and I was holding him like a teddy bear. I could never do that with any other dog, they'd wiggle their way out. Pacco was so...good to me though. Whenever he did something bad my mom would start yelling at him and he come running behind me. I'd wait till my mom left to start babying him. I know it wasn't good dicipline, but I couldn't stand to see him afraid. Imagine the look in his eyes as he was laying on the street... If I had a time machine that I could only use ONCE, never again after that, I would still choose that day. I would have been paying more attention to him. To this day I've never played softball again. My excuse is that I'm not good at it anyway (when I actually am, I have to admit). The truth is...that was what I was doing when I was supposed to be playing with him. I blame it on me. But then there is someone else. Justin. My brother's friend. I dont think I hate anyone more than that boy. He WATCHED Pacco go into the street, just watched him. Didn't call his name, tell me or anyone else, just watched him. Seriously, he could have been saved if that retard would have said something to me. Like a year later he told me that. I've never ever been nice to him since. Thank God I moved away from him. That was just a horrible, horrible day. I layed on the floor and slept by him that night. Well...he slept anyway. If I can remember, I think the doctor said that his stomach had moved up and crushed one of his lungs. There was also a bunch of gashes on his body. They said it would be fixable, we would have to win the lottery to do it and that he'd be in a cage the rest of his life, not moving, getting food through a tube. Even I wouldn't want that kind of life for him, I cant be that selfish. But I still remember the last time I ever saw him... He was out in the backyard limping over to my dad. It was right before the bus picked me up. I said to myself, "Savannah, this might be the last time you ever look at that dog ever again, don't let them make you leave." But I just gave a huge sigh and shut the back door. I should've listened to myself. *sigh* I guess that's about it...
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