It's time again for the Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge hosted by Long and Short Reviews.…
Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge — Pets…
It’s time again for the Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge hosted by Long and Short Reviews.
Today’s topic is: Pets I Used to have, or Wish I Could have
I have four amazing pets currently (and I have on and off foster pets — small furry ones, like hamsters, rats and my last one was a chinchilla) and I really do love them all, but I believe we are sometimes lucky enough to have a “heart” pet. One that you have a deeper connection with, one who you never quite get over and certainly never forget. I’ve had pets by the dozen over the years, in all shapes and sizes and types, but the only one who fits that description, and the one I’d give almost anything to have back? This one:
My darling Dakota. We lost her eight years ago, April 2016, to a sudden brain aneurysm and that may have been the hardest thing about losing her. Especially at such a young age (she’d just turned eight). My girl was sweet, gentle, breathtakingly obedient, an ace at dog agility and just the goodest girl and I miss her every single day.
A few more pictures, just because I couldn’t choose just one.
I can’t wait to see her again. I know she’s waiting right at the edge of heaven…
What a lovely dog she was. I’m sorry for your loss.
I am so sorry for your loss. It’s coming up ten years since we lost ours and it still feels like it was yesterday, sometimes.
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Oh my goodness. She really does sound like the best of dogs.
What a gorgeous girl. We definitely bond with some more than others. That was me with Nayla. She was constantly at my side. I sometimes think she’s guiding Gideon, because he chose me almost immediately after we brought him home.
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Sorry to hear that she died so young.
Glad to hear that you still care for other animals. I think that’s the only way to survive the loss of a “heart” pet.
The first cat I officially “owned” was like that. Most cats aren’t social and don’t learn many words. The cat we called Black Magic (actually after a racing car, for her purr) was social and understood more words than a cat has any right to understand. There will never be another one of her, and after she was gone all other animals did seem inadequate for a few years. But Mac and Mogwai and Ivy and Heather and now my current cat, Serena, have been “heart” pets too–each in its own way.
I’m so sorry about Dakota. I’ve often thought about fostering because the shelters are so full, but I just don’t know if my heart could take the constant cycle of getting attached and then they leave. I admire anyone who is able to do fostering!
What a lovely dog. I’m sorry for your loss.
Dakota lying in the sun is such a beautiful picture. I can see her up in heaven it exactly that pose with the light shining down on her