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Be forewarned: If you are a pet owner or a pet lover, this will be depressing.
My dog 'Pepi' was put to sleep last night. We buried her in a hole three feet deep dug in the half-frozen ground of our back yard. She suffered a medical condition that was inevitably fatal, and very likely would not have lived through the surgery needed to correct it. She was ten years old, so not really a puppy anymore, but was always a puppy to me. She was my best friend and the best pet I've ever had. She was born in the very room I'm in now, the cutest lil' thing you ever did see.
I keep remebering stuff. All the times we played in the back yard, playing tug, or playing catch with balls and frisbees and apples and everything else. She played harder, and loved it as much, as any dog I've ever seen. When we quit, I'd put them in the tree sometimes and she'd jump up to try to get them. Soemtimes she did, even though they were over my head. I remember the first time she was able to pick up the basketball that became her favorite toy in the world. She always had that ball. She picked it up every time you went in the yard, ready to have some fun. She eventually tore it to pieces, but she still carried it around at times.
This has all been a long time coming, really, but it's harder than I thought it would be, still. But I don't regret anything, which is what counts. She lived well and lived about as long as could be expected for the breed, and out-lasted the odds on another terminal illness. I remember her last afternoon, coming up to me on th couch, wagging and waiting for some love and attention. She was my dog, and I could never say no to that.
Pepi was just about the perfect dog. No other will ever replace her.
My dog 'Pepi' was put to sleep last night. We buried her in a hole three feet deep dug in the half-frozen ground of our back yard. She suffered a medical condition that was inevitably fatal, and very likely would not have lived through the surgery needed to correct it. She was ten years old, so not really a puppy anymore, but was always a puppy to me. She was my best friend and the best pet I've ever had. She was born in the very room I'm in now, the cutest lil' thing you ever did see.
I keep remebering stuff. All the times we played in the back yard, playing tug, or playing catch with balls and frisbees and apples and everything else. She played harder, and loved it as much, as any dog I've ever seen. When we quit, I'd put them in the tree sometimes and she'd jump up to try to get them. Soemtimes she did, even though they were over my head. I remember the first time she was able to pick up the basketball that became her favorite toy in the world. She always had that ball. She picked it up every time you went in the yard, ready to have some fun. She eventually tore it to pieces, but she still carried it around at times.
This has all been a long time coming, really, but it's harder than I thought it would be, still. But I don't regret anything, which is what counts. She lived well and lived about as long as could be expected for the breed, and out-lasted the odds on another terminal illness. I remember her last afternoon, coming up to me on th couch, wagging and waiting for some love and attention. She was my dog, and I could never say no to that.
Pepi was just about the perfect dog. No other will ever replace her.
In memory of:
Princess Pepi
You will be missed.
October 13, 1994 - November 18, 2004
Princess Pepi
You will be missed.
October 13, 1994 - November 18, 2004
She use to chase our other guniea pig Brownie aroun and pee on my bed. A while later I finally found another guniea pig named Cappuchino. She had babies, and my cat Tort killed one of them. 
