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I knew that this little black puppy was mine. Or maybe that I was hers.



For this #MemorialMonday for the #PetStoryProject, I thank Selena for sharing her story about her beloved Dot. Last week's post was about her brother Zig.

"I chose Dot when she was two days old. For weeks I had been telling anyone who would listen that I wanted a yellow lab, but as soon as I held her – so tiny she fit in my twelve-year-old hand, with a dotted ribbon tied around her neck – I knew that this little black puppy was mine. Or maybe that I was hers. She always made it clear exactly what she wanted – to sleep on my bed; to go for a walk; to NOT take a bath, especially not with the hose out front. And she made it clear how much she loved us. When I left for college, she became my dad’s shadow, following him everywhere with a look of adoration reserved only for him – her best buddy and her partner in crime. Her last day was spent in her favorite place, Cape Charles, prancing on the pier and splashing in the shallow waves (she was never a swimmer, always a wader). She looked like a puppy again. We got to spend 13 years with her – twelve of them with her beloved brother, Zig. No matter how much it hurt to say goodbye, that pain didn’t hold a candle to the joy and love that she brought us for all 13 of her years."

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