Its been a few months but I still remember bringing her home. I remember sitting out on the porch as a kid sharing my popsicle with her. I remember cuddling up to her when I was sad, playing with her when I was happy, and laughing when she would lay on the back of the couch like a cat. I remember more recent stuff too. Seeing her cuddle up with the cat after he got used to living with us, laying by the fire with her when her legs got bad. One thing I had to deal with since we first got her, chasing her down the street every time she got outside. No matter how old she got, she would try to run the neighborhood and explore. And... I remember when she got sick. When dad took her to the vet. It was either they could fix her, or she had to be put down. I prayed and prayed that when he hopped out of the truck, her floppy ears and wagging tail would be right behind her. But I knew that wouldn't happen. Deep down I knew it. I'd never see poor Shelby again. Sure enough I was right. My childhood best friend is buried in the back yard. I won't see her again. All I have are memories now. I don't have her to cuddle with when I'm sad. I could use her right now... school is putting me on the verge of a mental breakdown and all I want to do is cry. What do I have to look forward to when I get home? The stupid mutt of a puppy that we got stuck with right after Shelby died. The dumb puppy I didn't want. I try giving it some slack but it's not the same. I don't want to come home and get jumped on and scratched. I want my fat little beagle dog to come lay with me on the couch. In case you're wondering what got her sick, it was over the counter flea shampoo. They have toxic chemicals in them and shouldn't even be legal. We didnt know that until it was too late. I guess if you want some sort of lesson out of my sadness, it's this; don't cheap out with your animals. Don't use over the counter flea treatment. Go to the vet. Get prescription treatments even if it's more expensive. Nobody should have to lose a pet, especially if it can be prevented. Rest in piece shelbers, my chubby little beagle dog.
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PoésiePersonal letters when I'm feeling down. They don't cheer me up and they arent poetic, but they are anonymous and they are my true feelings. Maybe someone else can relate to some of it. Either way keeping them to myself didn't do any justice so a fak...