Saturday, August 2, 2014


I have been avoiding this post. This post is so personal to me and really only a few people will feel my emotion as they remember my dog, Sunny.

On June 12, 2013, I lost my best friend. I understand that some don't think of dogs as 'part of the family' but, sunny was like my little brother. Here's a few things I loved most about him.

  • He ate bee's
  • He ate rocks
  • He was scared of cats (srsly)
  • He was the best cuddler
  • He loved babies
  • He liked to pretend he was smaller than he actually was
  • He LOVED the chickens...thought he was one
  • He was best friends with my dad
  • He never failed to to greet you upon coming home
  • He had a spot on his tongue (:
This unfortunate day came a little unexpected and at the worst time. My mom was out of the country, my dad was working his late night, the girls (raigen & serina) were out of town and I wasn't ready to give up my puppy. I got woken up by my older brother Michael, asking me to come and see Sunny. I rolled off the couch and expected to find something he had gotten into or if he was doing something funny (like always) and he was having the hardest time standing up his legs were shaking and if everyone remembers the size of Sunny, well, it looked like there was another him inside his belly. I knelt down in front of him and gently touched his side. He started to shake and he pulled away from me. I started freaking out and took pictures and sent them to FB asking for help. I called the vet and they couldn't fit him in until 4 p.m. It was 9 a.m. I found my dad at one of his C-stores and told him what happened to Sunny. He told me to watch him and try to get him fitted in the vet ASAP. When I got back home Sunny had defecated on my parents bedroom floor and he was in and out of 'sleep'. I called the vet again and told them that he really needed to be looked at. They told me the same thing. My neighbors came over after my brother was found crying outside. She assisted me and Michael in getting Sunny onto a blanket and then carried out to the back of the Sequoia and immediately went to the Vet. To make this part of the story shorter I pretty much forcefully made them look at Sunny and when they did they quickly took him inside and began to work on him. My brother and I didn't get to say good-bye. They told us they'd call. About 30 min after being home trying not to think of it the phone rang. Neither me or Michael raced to the phone, instead we stared at each other. After the 4th ring I answered it and I got a "I'm so sorry, but your dog didn't make it to surgery" that line haunts me still to this day. I just remember trying so hard to have a firm voice as I told her I would be by to pick him up. I hung up the phone and dropped to the floor in the fetal position and bawled. What came next was having to tell my brother because me crying didn't explain it very well...then we went to pick him up, and, I understand they do this to everyones dogs but WHY DO THEY PUT THEM IN GARBAGE BAGS...??? is it not enough that I lost my puppy but now youre going to put him in a garbage bag like, k, heres your garbage. so insensitive...or im just a complete baby. i had to call my sisters to let them know. we set sunny down in the shade by our tree in the backyard and carrie and laura made it up and we all sat by sunny until my dad got home. when my dad pulled up he had no idea sunny didnt make it until, well, he saw us and a garbage bag. He said nothing as he went to the shed and grabbed a shovel. Went to the pasture and began digging. No words, none. My brother then grabbed another shovel and assisted my dad. When it was ready Sunny was wrapped in a blanket. The princess one he always slept on (: afterwards we all sat outside and talked about Sunny and told stories and cried and then laughed.

No dog will ever replace Sunny. 3 of my sibling have a new dog and they are just as cute. But, they are not Sunny, they never will be. They will be new memories, new laughter, new love.

I <3 you Sunny!