Your Pet Tributes

by Bri
(CA, USA)

Sam was my best friend. I got him when I was nine years old and he slept on my lap on the way home. When I was little I had nightmares and his snoring beside my bed is what helped me doze off to sleep at night. I would wake up in the morning to him licking his paws over and over. Even when I threw a pillow at him to stop, he would just look at me and keep doing it.

In the Summer, he was always there to swim with me, even when no one else would. I wasn't scared when he was around because I knew that he would protect me. As I got older, the roles reversed and I was protecting him. I lifted him up stairs or into the car. He had bad knees.

When I went to college, everytime I came home he was still always up and ready to greet me. My parents complained to me that he was getting worse but he always seemed fine to me. I didn't realize how bad it had gotten until the end.

He didn't just have bad knees, the vet said he had cancer. A few weeks later, we had to put him down. He laid on my lap while the vet gave him the shot. It's been three weeks and I miss him so much. I knew it would be hard, but I didn't know it would be this hard.

I keep wishing that he would have just waited a few more weeks until I graduated so we could have spent a little more time together. I still hear his nails on the hardwood flooring in our hallway. Sometimes I'll wake up and look over my bed only to remember that he's not there anymore.

I thought about getting a new dog but I know I'll just end up disapointed because I am trying to find a dog just like him and I can't. I just wish I had my puppy back. I will never forget Sam.