Not just a dog

How do I even begin to tell you about Maddy? Where do I start other than with the fact that she was truly my best friend. If you are not a dog lover you wouldn’t understand this post so you might as well skip right over it. I remember the day I picked her out. She was the only rotty with a little bump on her nose and when I knelt down she came waddling over, yes waddling to sniff me up and check me out. She had the cutest little pig belly ever. I had to carry her around for the first 3 to 4 months because her short little legs couldn’t keep up with me.


Everywhere I went she followed. I would walk from room to room doing my chores and she was there right by my side. I couldn’t even pee or take a shower without her. When it was bed time and I wasn’t ready yet, she would pace relentlessly until I at least brought her up and tucked her in!


Four years definitely wasn’t long enough. I know that there are humans every day who suffer and leave our loved ones because of cancer, but the pain I am feeling without her is just the same. I understand there was no possible way I could let her suffer either but there is such an empty feeling inside that I can’t even describe. She got me through some rough times in my life and I will never forget it. She kept me warm on the coldest nights and gave me peace of mind when the boys and I were sleeping at night just knowing that she would have ripped anyones head off if they walked through that door.

I am going to miss her so much. Again, there goes another piece of my heart, just like the piece I lost when my mom passed away last year. Yes, I know this is a part of life but it sucks and I hate it.

I wish there was someway I could bring her back.


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