RIP Penny: October 28th, 2009 – September 27th, 2016
A few years ago, in 2012, my family lost our first dog Shadow after a horrible liver failure situation. We had only had him for 3 years and he was 9 years old when he died. It broke all of our hearts to lose him, especially my mother.
Shortly after this, me and my mother went to the local animal shelter to start looking around because of how lonely the house felt without a dog. We were there for 3 hours and I kept looking at this one dog that wasn’t barking and was just wagging her tail. She had a lump on her back, an issue with her eyes, and these sad eyes, but she was beautiful to us. My mom tried to deter me as she wanted a smaller dog, but at the end she knew.
We brought this husky mix to the room to get to know her. We had met with many other dogs there, but they all focused on another animal they could see or just laid down. This one put her face next to mine and just started licking. It was over. My mom called my step-father to come meet her before the adoption.
When we went to adopt her, my grandmother had to help because we only had the money with us to adopt a dog that was already fixed and didn’t want to anyone else to get to her before we could.
She guessed the name we would give her before we did. I will never understand how.
For the first while when we had her, she had to undergo surgery. This was to get her fixed, fix an issue with her eyes, remove a benign tumor, and remove a rotten tooth. It was quite a bit of money, but worth every bit of it.
She had some problems with walking on a leash, but she got better. Also, at first, she would carry her food everywhere with her because she was afraid someone would take it. She never has eaten out of the bowl and always knocked it over to eat it. This was worth it, because of the affection and relaxed attitude she always had.
3, almost 4, years later she started having trouble walking and was unable to get outside to go to the bathroom by herself anymore. One morning, I got a call really early asking if I could help wiht money for her to see a vet (they had just moved) and I agreed. Little did I know, she never made it there, she died before they could get to her. I wound up paying for her to be cremated.
I apologize for the lack of proper writing, but I’m pretty emotional at this point. She just passed away on Tuesday. I haven’t been to the house since then, and I wish I was there when she died at home.
Rest easy my sweet puppy, I’m happy you died at home in peace.