Last Monday, 6/2/2014, my parents and I put down our fuzzy friend of 16 years. It was a sad day, a really really sad day. Why am I blogging about this sadness? To remind you all that life is short, and you should take more photos and write things down to remember the things that are forgotten over the years.
Bubbs, you will always be remembered by me in this way:
Your spots were second to no other dalmatian, you wore them proud.
Your grill, bud, the best i've ever seen. Ill miss that heart warming toothy smile you gave me every time I saw your sweet face.
Your bubbles, Bubbs when you got in the pool, laid on the first step of the cool pool then immersed your snout and blew bubbles... what dog does that? You did, and Ill never forget it.
Hey Bub, you remember that one time you tried to eat Zack? Yea, I still remember that day, and it was hilarious. Or what about that time you snaked the cheese? Yea, I know you remember... mom was making broccoli cheese soup on one side of the kitchen, I was grating the cheese on the other side, I went to the rest room and came back to a licked clean cutting board and thought mom had used the cheese... come to find out it was you, sneaky devil! How about that time you ate 6 frozen chicken breasts from the kitchen counter and was a farty mc goo all night? That was funny too! Remember that Christmas Thad and I crashed in the guest room and we let you sleep in the room with us only to wake to you in the bed between us under the covers at our feet, SERIOUS BAT SNEAK dude!!! OMG, that was hilarious!
Your favorite beer, Coors Light. You used to steal full beer cans, then figured out how to drink them without spilling a drop. Hilarious Bubs, flipping hilarious! You remember your first hangover? I do, poor guy! The night before we had so many beers go missing and none of us figured out it was you the whole time til you stumbled into the garage walking sideways afraid of your own shadow.
You loved the water, steak, potatoes, beer, your family, your oasis of a yard, in a weird way your very licky bitchy jack russel sisters, your dog house, your beer garden get away, your fireplace, your treats, and definitely your mama. Your mama took such good care of you those past few years, making sure her little spotted fuzzy man got the meds he needed to be the always happy boy you were each day.
Bubbs, you will be missed dearly... you are missed now. Maybe Ill see you again though Im not thinking it will be today, but if we get to meet again Id love a flash of those pearly whites and know my heart is a little more spotted with you in there.
You will be missed buddy. RIP Reggie "Bubbs" Ames 8/1/1999 - 6/2/2014
No comments:
Post a Comment