This is Chloe.
On the morning of the baby shower (I was throwing)
my beautiful, fun-loving pup went missing.
But not for long.
My oldest daughter, Alyssa, found
her next to our driveway.
When she came back crying that Chloe was dead,
my heart stopped. Thomas and I headed out the door.
I ran.
There she was. Lifeless. My heart immediatly broke.
My spirit shattered. My desire to do anything gone.
All I wanted to do was hold my Chloe.
Alyssa and I sat at the road, next to the driveway and just cried.
It had just happened. Her body was still warm.
Chloe was so young and still a pup.
She loved to chase squirrels (never would know what to do with one if she ever caught one)
so I am guessing that is what happened.
It has only been a week. And I still can't believe she is gone.
Her brother Lil Man followed Chloe where ever she went.
He came back to the house and was acting strange. My guess is he saw it happen. He has been whining ever since. I am sure his heart is broken too, he now has a permanent place in my bed at night. I take full responsibility for her death.
I live in the country, away from the main road, and not close to the road at my house.
It is not typical for my pups to go far from the house. Usually they are pooping in the neighbors yard (bad, I know) or digging in the cow pasture next to my house. I never rarely leave them outside unattended. This particular day I was getting things together for the baby shower. I checked on her twice in the 1 1/2 hours she had been outside. Once she was in the neighbor's yard taking her poop and the other time she was digging in my front yard (stupid voles). Then Thomas noticed her missing, then Alyssa found her. Usually, we are outside with them because of one of my other stupid neighbors.
Our home has not been the same since she has been gone. We are still grieving. My other pups are still grieving. This is the first pet my children have lost. This is the first one for me in a VERY long time.
Now the household is a little incomplete. See I would do ANYTHING for my pups. I LOVE them like I LOVE my children. Those 4 legged, furry creatures are the most loyal and loving
creatures a person could ever have. They will be your best friend till the end. I have had three pups. And let me tell you, three pups is a lot. I, ashamedly, admit that sometimes I wish I just had my Kasey, the pups mommy, because the pups would drive me crazy! They would play ALL the time. Crave attention ALL the time. Eat each other's food ALL the time. See they had to be babysat like toddlers. I had to make Chloe stop eating her brother's food. I had to make sure her brother didn't take her favorite toy. I had to love on ALL three of them at the same time. But in the end I could NEVER get rid of one of them. See pets are not disposable. They have feelings. They know when they are loved. My pups are loved. They are a part of my family. Even though I know Chloe felt loved and was loved, I know my guilt comes from mere thoughts because NOW she is gone. Not by my choice. and I love her and I miss her.
I have been asked if I am going to get another dog to replace her. You can't replace a pet, no more than you can replace your own child. Chloe was my child. I watched her be born. I loved her the moment she was born and I taught her to be a good girl. (a lil mischevious at times). So no, I will not replace her.
There may come a day when I decide to get another pup but not for a long time. We are still mourning Chloe. I still have the momma, Kasey, and her brother, Lil Man. Right now I am dedicated to making sure they know they are loved. I hold Lil Man when he cries and walks around confused and whining.
I give him lots of treats (because he is a man and loves food :)
I am currently trying to help him mend his heart at the loss of his sister. She took care of him (he was the runt). They always slept together, took baths together, played together, and did not know life without each other. Now he is a little lost.
