May 31, 2012

Day 4: Your Pets

This is Emma. My family and I got her the summer I was going into kindergarten. I grew up with this dog, and she was the best pet I could have ever asked for. She was so laid back and loving. She was just incredible. A few years ago Emma was diagnosed with bladder cancer and had to have part of her bladder removed. Our vet said that he had never had a dog with this particular cancer live past 24 months. Emma lived for 27. We were forced to put her down on September 3, 2010, at the age of 13. It was probably the saddest day of my life. And now I'm crying just writing about her, so I'll just wrap it up by saying that Emma was amazing. I've never loved an animal as much as I love her, and she will always be in my heart. As cheesy as it sounds... I love my dog unconditionally.

And this is Charlie. He is the newest addition to the family. Just a month after Emma passed away, our vet called us and told us about Charlie. At the time he was barely two months old and had already lived in five different homes. I'm not going to lie, I think our vet really played on our emotions. We had just lost Emma and were still grieving over her. Bringing home Charlie was more of a way to fill a void than something we really wanted to do, and for the first several months my mom and stepdad kept talking about finding him a different home because he was so wild. But even though I was still very upset about Emma, I fell in love with Charlie and convinced my parents to keep him because he deserved to be in a good home, which I knew we could provide for him. He's the total opposite of Emma. Where Emma was really calm, Charlie is completely insane. I don't understand how he has so much energy all the time. He definitely requires a lot more maintenance. But I am still absolutely in love with him, and I'm so glad he came into our lives. Of course Charlie could never replace Emma, but I still love him as though he's been part of the family for many years.

*Part of the 30 Day Challenge

1 comment:

  1. My first pet was a sweet little tabby cat called Mittens. I loved that dang cat. He got into my mom's sewing cabinet and was playing with a spool of thread. He ended up eating yards of thread and somehow it got wrapped around his organs and basically killed him. (Although, the vet that we took him to for emergency surgery botched the operation....not sure what really happened and my mom would never really tell me). I was devastated. We found another cat 3 days later and I told myself I would not love him (his name was Casper) but I ended up loving him just as much. That cat is still going strong! (He is WILD. I'm really surprised that he is still alive because he is nuts.) He doesn't live with me anymore because my husband and son are both allergic. I just wanted to tell you that I could relate to your story...