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My darling little diva, Simone.

My big decision

Bingo was my childhood dog. An apricot cockapoo that used to pull us around on our roller skates and let me push him through our neighborhood in a stroller. He was the absolute reason that I began to love and respect animals the way that I do now.
I am close to 28 now, and this past spring...Bingo died. I got him when I was 7. I dreaded that day for as long as I could remember. He was in great shape until about the last year or so of his life. I know putting him to sleep was a big question in all of our heads, but without ever verbally talking about it, I knew that we all were trying to make that decision. We went out of our way and did everything possiable to make his days full and complete. What he couldnt do, we did for him. He died in his sleep, on my mothers chest, in the middle of the night. When she woke up, he was gone. We buried him in the park, behind our house, where we played when we were kids. I could not bring myself to go with my father and brother when they buried him. My mother made the burial arrangments, complete with a final resting place fit for a King. When they were buring him, the rain stiooed and I rainbow came out. I couldnt help myself from smiling....no way could that just have happened by chance. Nothing anybody could ever say would make me beleive that. That was his path to the bridge. I knew it. He was tough little boy, who lived a wonderful life. I still think of him every day.

I found Simone while searching through breeders. She was a little chocolate colored powderpuff with a little brown nose and big green eyes. I toyed with getting a dog for sometime, but could not bring myself to do it, since my Bingo was still with me. But something just kept my interest and I WAS getting this dog. I made the arrangements, and my little Simone was on her way to me. Originally, she was set to come a week AFTER I got her...my brother said to me "Do what you can to get that dog here this weekend" well I did, and Bingo died 7 days to the day I got her. The day he died, was the day that I originally set to get her the first place. My brother swears that Bingo was waiting for a sign, that it was ok for him to leave. When we got SImone, even though he only knew her for 6 days, I think he thought we would all be all right. He went peacfully and in the exact place he loved, in our arms. It was a most humbling experience....and even if you are not the biggest beleiver....a sure sign that you should believe and have faith that there are signs and blessings everywhere. She has been my rock and gotten me through this....even is her crazy butt doesnt know it.