Do you remember that cold November morning that you visited the Verde Valley Humane Society looking for your new best friend? I do!
You two stopped and look at me but I heard the man say "Yes Julie, she is beautiful, but she is seven weeks old."
"Remember our life is changing dramatically in the next few months and we already decided that a puppy was going to be too much."
I heard Julie say, "Yes I remember Peter but she is just so cute."
You continued looking but came back and looked at me one more time before you left. I guess you didn't like any of us.
The next morning you both came back to look again. This time you took me out of my cage. You did like me and I surly liked you both.
I had to go back into my kennel, but I heard an announced over the loudspeaker.
"Would you please bring the little female in kennel two up front, she is ready to go home."
At that moment my kennel door opened and the kennel tech picked me up. I was going home with Peter and Julie!
I remember how I got to sit on mom's lap all the way to my new house. Once we arrived, the three of us went out into my new back yard.
It was so pretty lined with flower beds and even a pond with some fat orange fish in it. I could just feel the fun days ahead.
I learned immediately that it was ok to bark a little at the fish from the side of the pond, but not ok to go in after them.
Dad took me to an area off to the side of the yard which was my "potty area." I sure hoped I could remember where it was.
You and dad talked forever about my new name as we sat in the grass. You had a very hard time deciding.
Finally I became Abbey. Oh how I loved my new name. I had my very own name. I was thrilled and I ran to you every time you called me, well almost every time.
Next we went inside to investigate the house. I found my puppy food dish, water bowl and a nice bed right by the fireplace.
As I entered the kitchen I remember a huge furry thing pouncing at me.
It was a gigantic black and white thing with long white whiskers. It hissed at me, lunged at me and swiped me across the face with its long nails.
Dad grabbed him off me very quickly thank heavens, as I am sure he was going to eat me.
My nose was bleeding. What was this monster? Then I heard what it was. Dad said it was the "damn cat!"
The two of you soothed me and wiped away my blood. I learned all too soon that the monster lived with us and was called Cole.
Cole and I did become friends over the years and sometimes he even left me treats in his litter box if mom didn't snatch them up first.
Remember the housebreaking process? Time after time we would go outside to my potty area.
We'd stay for what seemed like hours in the freezing cold.
Sometimes I just had to hold it until you finally took me back in where it was warm.
It wasn't too much longer before I learned the outside concept. You were both very patient.
I remember getting into trouble when Cole showed me the Christmas tree. I had a grand time unwrapping those presents for you mom.
Cole swatted the bulbs and I unwrapped. We quickly learned that the tree was the forbidden zone unless we were totally supervised.
I remember really getting in trouble for chewing up dad's TV remote. I must have done something especially horrible that time.
When spring came, do you remember you took me fishing? I quickly understood when dad was casting, I was not to fetch. Eating or playing with the bait wasn't a good idea either.
We went everywhere together. When we went to grandma and grandpa's house, I really behaved since they didn't have animals their own.
They didn't understand anything about dogs. I stayed on my special bed during those visits and not once did I sniff their crotches.
Oh how I remember you making me special biscuits mom. I helped you do everything and waited impatiently for them to cool.
I remember the many vet visits. You'd hook me to my harness, put the window down and off we'd go.
I didn't want to go and I even tried puking in the car. That didn't work either. We still went.
We walked, hiked, camped and played together. I was even given permission to sleep at the foot of your bed.
I remember late one night the two of you quickly got out of bed. Where were you going, wasn't I going, what's going on?
Dad came home the next morning long enough to shower and make arrangements for mine and Cole's care. Where was my mom?
Early the next day everyone came over to our house. Were we having a party without mom and dad?
Everyone gathered in the house. Grandma put me outside in the yard and closed my doggie door. Cole was shut in the laundry room.
I heard voices entering the house. I heard mom and dad talking, but I couldn't get in.
Finally dad let me in. I was so happy to see you both.
Next I saw something wrapped in a blanket on your lap mom. It was screaming and wiggling around.
I went over to sniff it and grandma had a pure fit. "Get that dog away from the baby!"
The only safe area was to hide behind dad. But at least I knew that thing in the blanket was called a baby.
After everyone left, mom and dad let me sniff the blanket and even showed me what was in it.
It didn't have any hair anywhere except on the top of its head, so thank heavens it wasn't another cat.
It had two legs, not four so I decided it had to be a miniature human. One thing was for sure, it was red and really ugly.
There was something new that I had to accept, it was obvious the human was staying. Now there were five of us.
The human came with a name, she was Sarah. I must have been much more important, it took you guys way longer to name me.
Sarah also slept in the bedroom with us. She had to stay in her bassinet and I still got to jump up and sleep at the foot of the bed.
Sarah got to come in the bed sometimes when mom had to feed her, but I was allowed to stay on the bed all night.
I was even allowed to smell her crotch, but after a few times I decided it wasn't something I wanted to do anymore.
All I could think was that you guys needed to show Sarah the potty area because she was always having accidents.
She even pulled the puking thing and wasn't even going to the vet. What an attention seeker she was.
In time little Sarah grew and became someone to play with. I let her tug at my ears and pull my tail.
Sometimes we shared my dog food, even though mom didn't like that much. She loved to play in my water bowl and then fix her hair.
I even helped her learn to walk by her hanging on to my fur. We just went very slowly until she had it mastered. Eventually as Sarah got older, she got to walk me.
Many years passed, we all grew and learned to have a wonderful time together. We did everything as a family.
As you know many months ago I got very sick. You took me to the vet and found out that I have what they call cancer. I saw how you both cried.
Do you understand that I have tried to get better? You know that I took my medicine and treatments, ate the special foods as long as I could. I did everything that my vet said to do.
I'm not getting better mom and dad. I'm worse and I'm very tired.
I can no longer do any of the activities that we once did. I can't even jump on your bed anymore.
I can't eat your special biscuits mom and dad I can't go fishing with you anymore.
Sarah tries so hard to play with me, but I just want to sleep. I don't even enjoy Cole's litter box treats anymore.
What I am asking you to do is let me go, please mom and dad.
Please listen to the vet as she tells you nothing more can be done.
I can't eat, I constantly have accidents and you even have to bathe me to keep me clean.
I don't want my water, I don't want anything. It's time for me to stop fighting and be at peace.
Please, I beg you to let me go to the Rainbow Bridge. I'll wait for you both there.
Thank you for all of the wonderful years we had together. Thank you for all of your unconditional love and understanding.
I will never forget any of you. I have my memories to get me through the days ahead and so do you.
Please understand that I will be in a better place and will never suffer again.
All my love,