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Re: River didn't make it...
Thank you for your support. I'd love to tell everyone about him.
We actually bought River so our other dog, Mia (she's now.. 10 or 11 years old, Italian greyhound), would have a friend. I remember going to the breeders house to pick out one of the puppies. I was IMMEDIATELY drawn to River. He was one of the only 2 that was just the white and red color. He was also the smallest little runt of the litter. The whole car ride home he did not want to leave my lap, no matter how much my brother and sister tried to get him to give THEM some love. Mia was a crazy little girl, full of energy and loves absolutely everyone she meets. River has always been a little more timid of people. But he always felt a little more outgoing when I was next to him it seemed like. Potty training was hilarious. We put a gate around an area of the floor that he was only allowed to go until he learned to use the doggy door. We would all go upstairs to bed but shortly after hear his sad puppy cries from downstairs. I'd go check on him and find him literally climbing the gate to get over. I wish I had a picture of that, it was adorable. Once he was potty trained, he slept with me every night from then on.
Fast forward a few years. My parents decided to get divorced. We all took it differently. River felt like the only thing in the world I could lean on. The only thing stable. He helped me through it. I cried every weekend I had to go to my mom's and had to leave him behind. At one point, my sister moved out, I had turned 18 and decided to stay with my dad permanently, and my mom had custody of my younger brother for half the year. My dad had started dating again and was staying with his girlfriend (now wife) a majority of the time. I was home alone with my dogs. We grew an even closer friendship.
I moved out of my dad's a year ago into an apartment that was not pet friendly. I had to go back to my dad's every night and just play with River because I could not bear to be away from him. We eventually got sick of that apartment a few months in and decided to leave. My grandparents have an extra house they were wanting to rent, so it worked out perfectly for us. I got to take my little River with me now and cuddle with him all night again! I was so happy. He followed me everywhere. I tried to wash dishes, he's under my feet. I try to shower, he's jumping in right behind me. I couldn't even use the bathroom without him following me in. He loved when I'd go chase him around the yard and throw him sticks (that he would never return of course). He loved running around in the snow. He always knew when I was sad or sick and would come lay by me and give me lots of kisses. He loved tennis balls, even though I wouldn't let him have them anymore since he insisted on tearing them apart every time. I even trained him to attack my boyfriend's foot every time I said 'ow!' when he'd pick on me. He was definitely my protector and a mamma's boy
I miss him so very much already. I can't stand coming home and not being greeted by a wagging little stubb and a skeaky cry of excitement. I feel so bad for him for having to leave like this. He was such a sweetheart and I can't handle thinking about what he must have been feeling and thinking about being hooked up to all these tubes and left with strange people. I hope there was some sort of comfort for him. I hope he knows how much I love his little furry bum.
My brain is going 90 mph and all different directions right now, but hopefully you can see a little bit of what a wonderful friend he was to me. Again, thank you for being here for me everyone. This was not the purpose I intended on joining this site for, but I really do appreciate all your support though this devastating time I'm stuck in right now anyway.
RIP baby boy. Mamma loves you forever and ever. I can't wait to see you again someday.
Thank you for your support. I'd love to tell everyone about him.
We actually bought River so our other dog, Mia (she's now.. 10 or 11 years old, Italian greyhound), would have a friend. I remember going to the breeders house to pick out one of the puppies. I was IMMEDIATELY drawn to River. He was one of the only 2 that was just the white and red color. He was also the smallest little runt of the litter. The whole car ride home he did not want to leave my lap, no matter how much my brother and sister tried to get him to give THEM some love. Mia was a crazy little girl, full of energy and loves absolutely everyone she meets. River has always been a little more timid of people. But he always felt a little more outgoing when I was next to him it seemed like. Potty training was hilarious. We put a gate around an area of the floor that he was only allowed to go until he learned to use the doggy door. We would all go upstairs to bed but shortly after hear his sad puppy cries from downstairs. I'd go check on him and find him literally climbing the gate to get over. I wish I had a picture of that, it was adorable. Once he was potty trained, he slept with me every night from then on.
Fast forward a few years. My parents decided to get divorced. We all took it differently. River felt like the only thing in the world I could lean on. The only thing stable. He helped me through it. I cried every weekend I had to go to my mom's and had to leave him behind. At one point, my sister moved out, I had turned 18 and decided to stay with my dad permanently, and my mom had custody of my younger brother for half the year. My dad had started dating again and was staying with his girlfriend (now wife) a majority of the time. I was home alone with my dogs. We grew an even closer friendship.
I moved out of my dad's a year ago into an apartment that was not pet friendly. I had to go back to my dad's every night and just play with River because I could not bear to be away from him. We eventually got sick of that apartment a few months in and decided to leave. My grandparents have an extra house they were wanting to rent, so it worked out perfectly for us. I got to take my little River with me now and cuddle with him all night again! I was so happy. He followed me everywhere. I tried to wash dishes, he's under my feet. I try to shower, he's jumping in right behind me. I couldn't even use the bathroom without him following me in. He loved when I'd go chase him around the yard and throw him sticks (that he would never return of course). He loved running around in the snow. He always knew when I was sad or sick and would come lay by me and give me lots of kisses. He loved tennis balls, even though I wouldn't let him have them anymore since he insisted on tearing them apart every time. I even trained him to attack my boyfriend's foot every time I said 'ow!' when he'd pick on me. He was definitely my protector and a mamma's boy
I miss him so very much already. I can't stand coming home and not being greeted by a wagging little stubb and a skeaky cry of excitement. I feel so bad for him for having to leave like this. He was such a sweetheart and I can't handle thinking about what he must have been feeling and thinking about being hooked up to all these tubes and left with strange people. I hope there was some sort of comfort for him. I hope he knows how much I love his little furry bum.
My brain is going 90 mph and all different directions right now, but hopefully you can see a little bit of what a wonderful friend he was to me. Again, thank you for being here for me everyone. This was not the purpose I intended on joining this site for, but I really do appreciate all your support though this devastating time I'm stuck in right now anyway.
RIP baby boy. Mamma loves you forever and ever. I can't wait to see you again someday.
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