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May 20th 1992
Sweetie really liked to run (away). I can't count the number of times he got out the fence, or dug out the backyard. Once, he made it to the other side of town. He loved to roam.
Sweetie hated storms. He got so scared. And he really hated being left alone. He would cry and bark 'til he lost his voice.
Rawhides...when Snowie came along, he would give his treasures to her if she just looked at him. She had his heart.
He really like jalapenos. It was the strangest thing.
There was a park by a huge lake in Louisiana. He loved to run. And he loved to lay in the sunshine. Those days were some of his happiest times.
Sweetie learnd how to shake hands and stay. He understood everything. I had to be careful what I said. :)
One day, I was driving home from college on a lonesome, two-lane New Mexico highway. It was almost summer, and the spring semester had just ended. It was a beautiful day, and I had the radio up, my sunglasses on, and felt as free as a bird. At least thirty miles from the nearest cowpoke town, I saw two little dogs running down the highway. I noticed them when a semi swerved to keep from hitting them. My heart just stopped. I knew that my father would probably kill me if I brought more pets home...we already had two horses, a rabbit, two cats, two hamsters, and two dogs. So, I slowed down, but kept on driving. I drove for at least ten miles before I couldn't stand it anymore. Knowing I was going to be in huge trouble, I turned around. I drove back, looking everywhere for a sign of the two dogs. Nothing. Finally, I stopped at a little, abandoned picnic area, and turned off the engine. I was crying. I thought that I was too late. Very sad, I opened my door. I was going to go walk down by the railroad tracks and look one last time. As soon as my door opened, both of them jumped in. The first one in was a little, black Shipperke female mix. She was loaded with energy and so friendly. Behind her, terrified, came a little grey dog...Sweetie. I picked him up and gently sat him in the passenger seat on a red beanbag that I had brought from my dorm room. We drove on as the sun began to set. I found a home for Cookie (the little black dog), at my father's request...and a few days later, she escaped her new home, looking for Sweetie...never to be seen again. It was heartbreaking, and I couldn't let Sweetie go. He became my best friend, staying with me when I became homeless due to domestic violence. He stayed with me when I moved to New Orleans to start a new life. He stayed with me when I moved to Alabama for a new job. He was always there. So many tears fell on his fur. I loved him so much.
Sweetie died in 2004 of a ruptured spleen. The vet said that she suspected cancer. ... Snowflake was Sweetie's mate and best friend. They were inseparable.
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October 4th 2009 1:02 pm
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Sweetie is buried beneath an ancient oak tree in Alabama. It is where he spent some of his happiest moments. I have this image in my mind of Sweetie and Snowflake playing in the falling leaves of autumn. It was sunset, right before dinner. I could hear neighborhood dogs and kids playing in the distance. And the chilly air was filled with the smell of smoke. That moment is forever inside of me. There was only love.
March 7th 2008 7:25 pm
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I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear, "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you everyday. To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew, in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out ... then come home to be with me.
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