Connecting/Thoughts

Memory #1

This story...Sadly...Is true. This is the end of a story. The ending of a dogs story. This dog...I knew. It was very painful to see my buddy go. I haven't even had him for that long but he and I had a connection. So...Without farther ado. Let the story begin...

I was watching TV with my grandparents one day. It was a normal day. Just like any other. With all three of the dogs. All of them are german shepherds. Very pretty may I add. A normal fun day. A day full of running outside in the five-acre land. Climbing up trees. Throwing sticks for the dogs to fetch...Normal. But now we are inside having a calm evening. Eating ice cream that serves as our desserts. This reminds me of another time. The time Gangus' ear was bitten off because of Khan. Khan is the Gangus' brother. They are both black german shepherds. Gangus is the older one. Being 13 years old. He's the alpha. He watches over everything. The tree that stands in front of the house and gives shade is where Gangus would always sit. He would sit next to that tree and just watch the yard. Keeping things in check. Hannah and Khan would always play. And jeez, Hannah would never shut up! She would always be barking. But we still love Hannah. She's a good girl. She is a tan and black German Shepherd. But anyway, this time reminds me of when Gangus got his ear bitten off. It was so scary. And it was over a bowl of ice cream that neither of the dogs would get anyways. I ain't so keen on sharin' mah chocolate ice cream. It was very scary. I could remember it just like yesterday...But yeah! Since it was almost time to go home my little sister and I had to give our goodbyes. I went to my grandmother and gave her a hug and so on. I gave Hannah and Khan a kiss on their noses. But since Gangus looked comfortable in his spot on the couch (...That, later on, becomes my spot...) I decided not to bother him. "You should give Gangus a kiss on the nose too!" My grandfather said. "You'll never know if it will be your last time!" He said. I did. Hah...Little did I know that it would actually be the last time. About a week later my dad got a call. The day had gone well so far. But then I heard my dad crying in his room. I walked in and asked what was the matter. Then...He told my sister and me to sit down. And...That's when the world came crashing down on me. Gangus...Was dead. I immediately began to cry. The pain of loss began pulsing through my veins, the feeling of fire and sadness in a wave of emotion. The memories...

When I fell asleep with him on the floor...Next to him, I curled up in a ball next to his fluffy stomach. When I woke up...He was still there with me.

When he always hated kids, but when I came along, it's like he vowed to protect me...He did.

He would always sleep at the foot of my bed or on the side of the bed with me at night.

When he would bark at my real mother...Knowing that she wasn't...Necessarily good.

When he would always be the first one at the door when I arrived. Always.

That dog loved everyone. And everyone loved him. A day later we went over to my grandparent's house...They said he passed peacefully...In his sleep...He just never woke up. In a permanent slumber...One full of good dreams I bet. We went outside and there he was...Wrapped up in a blue towel in the shed. When I bent down his fur was so cold.

...I gave him a kiss on the nose.

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Sad...Am I right? I still remember that day so clearly. His nose was so frozen that my lips slipped off of his nose. And still...To this day whenever I mention one of those dogs...Hannah...Khan...Gangus. I get misty-eyed. Yes, all of them are dead now...Khan was the last one to leave. He actually left not the long ago. The stories I have heard. The first day Khan went outside without Hannah...My grandfather said that Khan actually looked for his old buddy Hannah...Only to find that she wasn't there. Sometimes when I am going through a rough time I would walk over to Gangus' grave. Right there in the yard. Every grave marked with a rock. There are the bones of cats and dogs there. Right there next to my tree is Gangus' grave. Next to the sweet bay magnolia. Buried underneath the dirt is Gangus wrapped up in a towel. Well...Whatever is left of him at least. Gangus died nearly six years or so ago. I heard about a memory recently from my grandfather. He says he would always remember seeing the silhouettes of the dogs play on the hills, their cowbells jingling as they play around...I would have loved to be able to see that. But now I have a new protector. Her name is Piper. She is a sweety. At least to Grandpa and I. XD But yes...If you would like to ask or talk about this you are allowed. There is nothin' holding you back. Hope you...Enjoyed? But...Yeah. Thanks for reading.