Pookey

In Memory of my companion: Pookey
January 1991-August 2001

Dogs Don't Have Souls, Do They?

I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with you tiny paws and soft fur.

You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping. Once in a while, you'd let out a little yelp, just to let me know this was your territory.

Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion, and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes, as if to say, "I'm sorry, but I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching."

As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who walked by.

When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging just to say, "Welcome home, I missed you." You never had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there for me.

When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap, looking for attention. You never asked for anything more than to have me pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg.

As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then, one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn't stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked at me, as if to say you were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one last favor. With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time, you were lying next to me.

For some strange reason, you were able to stand up in the animal hospital; perhaps it was your sense of pride.

As the vet led you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head and looked at me as if to say, "Thank you for taking care of me."

I thought, "No, thank you for taking care of me."

In memory of my Pookey Bear, you're now in heaven and will not hurt anymore. You can have all the treats you want now, and go on all the walks you want. I will miss you sleeping by my bed at night, and begging for food. When I look at your spot on the couch where you slept during the day or at the chairs that you sat on and looked out the window they're empty. But, as much sadness as I have because you're gone, I am also happy because I know that you are in a better place and that you don't have to suffer or take any more pills. I will always remember your bark, and how unique it was, and how you always wanted so much attention and Love. You always Loved your treats, and loved your "people food."

You were such a good dog, and you can never be replaced. I will always remember the happy times, and when you were healthy and happy. Always know that I Love You and will always miss you forever.

Love Always and Forever,
Melissa




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