I lost my beautiful puppy on 9/24/11. This first week without him has been almost too much to handle. Feelings of sadness, pain, guilt, regret, and emptiness consume my every moment. I find myself many times trying to bargain like a little kid, waiting for him to drop from the sky right into my arms... I noticed he wasn't himself, but he was such a strong willed pup, that I thought he was just having a bad day and he would shake it off. The next day, I noticed he was still the same and that's when I decided to take him to the vet. Unfortunately, I took him too late. His health went downhill from there and didn't make it. I HATE myself for not taking him in time! If only we could turn back time and have a second chance to do things right... I miss coming home and watching him run over to greet me, him playing around with his 2 brothers, his adorable little bark and his howling at the ice cream truck songs. I miss his beautiful face and eyes looking up at me... But the thing that just kills me is that he didn't die after living a long, long, life... he went too soon. I remember the last day, I went over and laid by him, petted him and as he looked at me, I asked him to not leave me and I gave him a kiss. It kills me to also see my two other dogs looking around for him and looking up at me as if to ask me "Where is he?" All we are left with are the wonderful memories of how he made our lives worthwhile.... May God forever Bless you, My little Angel
