October 26th 2012 3:26 pm
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Dad said he had a dream about Olive last night. She was still with us. Mom wishes the dream was real.
Love you always Olive!
September 25th 2012 7:55 am
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Mom doesn't write much in my diary. She thinks about me all the time, but sometimes its just so hard to write about me.
She's really been missing me lately. She and Dad got a new puppy, Seamus. Mom can't help but think about when she got me. I was her first puppy. So when Seamus nips at her bathrobe, she remembers I used to do that. When Seamus looks at her with those puppy eyes, she misses my puppy eyes.
Mom always tried really hard to be a good puppy Mom, so I know she will do the same for Seamus. This time she knows more about what she should and shouldn't do. And then she berates herself when she realizes she might have done something wrong with me. But in my eyes, my Mom did no wrong and could never do wrong. She always tried her best and that's all that mattered.
So here's my wish for Mom. Enjoy the puppy time with Seamus because its so short. I'm here with you and loving you always. I know Seamus is going to have a wonderful life with you.
June 25th 2012 5:14 pm
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I forgive you Mom. I know you were out of the country and away from a computer. Plus I know you think of me everyday no matter where you are. Even when she came home, she couldn't bear to write in my diary - it is still so sad for her.
I turned 15 on June 1st; I mean if I were still on earth I would have been 15. Unfortunately I only made it to 13 on earth. Way too short for all involved. But it was my time to go. I was blind and then suddenly I could hardly stand or stay awake, plus I cried. Something I rarely did.
I know Mom misses me very much. Why, just yesterday, she was talking about Ruby but said my name instead. She didn't even realize it until Dad told her. Not a day goes by that she doesn't think of me and I of her.
I miss Mom too. I think about all our good times together.
She used to come up from behind and lift my back legs and say "weeeee". She did that because I hopped on my front legs and lifted by back legs when I got excited, like when we went for a walk or the pawrents came home from someplace. Mom loved to pet my ears. They were the softest everyone said. She would give me doggie massages. We used to go everywhere together, she and I. Once we got kicked out of Home Depot. Someone there didn't like dogs for some reason, but I never really thought of myself as a dog. It was just me and Mom. Buddies.
When I wasn't feeling well towards the end, Mom would lay next to me on my doggie bed. She would hold my paw and stroke me. She cried a lot on me. After I passed, she laid her head on my body and stayed with me on my journey. She cried all day that day.
Sometimes when my Mom thinks of me it is almost unbearable. I wish I were still with her on earth. Just being in her heart is lonely.
Peace and love,
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