by Joel Trombley
Oreo loved to play and deffinitely needed attention. Every night and morning she would come up and jump on my bed and lay down with her head on my chest. Eventuallt i would wake up because she would start licking me and day after day, night after night we would play and hug and just be close to eachother like it oughta be. But all of the sudden things change. IN August of 2002 Oreo became very ill and had a hard time using her back legs. She would need help getting up and once in a while when she was able to get on my bed, she couldn't get off , so she would keep wobbling until she fell off. Her eyes had a sad look of despiration and pain in her eyes . I couldn't help but feel bad so i brought her to the vets and after 6 long days and many bags of medicine, she was " fine". And she was for awhile, but then she became even worse and she had to be put down. She was only eight weeks old and stood 32 inches tall, but I feel like I betrayed her. The last night that she was doing good, she jumped on my bed and i let her stay there for a while, but then i kicked her off and she did. Haning her die in my hands brought forth a grim reality, she was gone and never coming back. As long as its been since her passing, I still cant help but feel that I hurt her and betrayed her. For the longest time including now, I am wondering that when the time comes, if she will be waiting for me and if she even loves me. I dont know what to do, When she was here with me earthly, we had an unspoken bond of love, trust and companionship. But now I dont know.I feel even worse in the fact that i have gotten another dog.I just hope that she loves me as much as I love her. PLease if anyone had anything to say let me know by e-mailing me : dairyman198712934@yahoo.com