If you have ever loved a dog or cat then you know that they truly become a part of your family. As a child, every letter I wrote to Santa and every birthday wish I made was for a dog. My parents are both animal lovers and had owned dogs before. They knew exactly how much work went in to properly owning and caring for a pet. After years of pleading, my dream came true. Dodger was born on March 1, 1999. Coincidentally we share the same birthday. Dodger was a Boston Terrier and I must take just a moment to say what a wonderful breed Boston’s are. These funny little dogs are full of spunk, great with kids, and love to love.
Dodger has been a part of my life for so long that it’s hard to believe that he’s gone. He had so many funny little quirks and mannerisms. He used to drag his dog bed, which was easily three times his size, around the house to the spot he wanted. He was also incredibly sweet and empathic. The week my parents told my brother and I that they were getting a divorce was really rough. I remember crying and this little dog would sit next to me a gently lean the side of his body against mine, as if to say, “I’m here for you”. He was definitely a little hug bug that allowed me to hold him like a baby, sat by me when I needed to cry, and exceeded my expectations of what having a dog would be. Coincidentally, Dodger passed away on my Great-Grandmother’s birthday, January 13, 2014. I like to think that she was the first to greet him in heaven.
Dodger, you will always be my childhood dream come true. You’ve meant so much to our family and I love you beyond words.
Rest in peace my little angel.