On Sunday December 21, 2014 my poor sweet baby angel dog was struck by a car and couldn’t heal properly so we had to put her to sleep. Her spine was broken and she lost her nerves to feel her two back legs. On all my phones, computer, and devices, I have all her pictures saved from when she was happy and healthy. On Tuesday, December 23, 2014 the world lost one of the most special and precious dogs who brought so much joy to everyone who met her. Even through pictures, she had turned cold hearts into pure hearts. All have said she has a rare color of fur. It was so silky and smooth. Why couldn’t the cosmos spare her? People needed her joy, she needed us. It wasn’t her time to go.
She wasn’t just a dog, she was a birthday present I had gotten for myself two years ago and I tried very hard to protect her all these years from any harmful, cruel situations but no matter how hard I prevent something, it still happens anyway. I’d rather had kept her in the house safe, than to chance taking her anywhere where something like this would happen to her. Why couldn’t she be spared? She didn’t deserve to die the way she did: some careless driver running her over. She just accidentally got loose and was exploring. It is extra hard for me because she is all I have. I have no children, no family to raise. I can’t replace dogs like some people can. I don’t know how some people do it. She was a very special dog. Maybe after some time, I will be able to get another dog, but right now I don’t want one. Dogs have their own personalities just like humans that are never duplicated twice. My family never has any luck. We pray so hard, and our prayers are never answered. Why couldn’t luck be there with us to save her, just this once?
The dog was what brought us together and now we don’t have her anymore, it’s all chaos because an evil aura is blocking good things to happen for this family. We are hard working citizens, we treat people with respect, we aren’t menaces of society but actually contribute something to the world, so I don’t understand why my family always suffers so much.
Why do people fight so much over religion? What religion is there that would hurt my doggy and kill her like this? What kind of a religion lets good people suffer and bad people live too good? What kind of religion lets very nasty people on the Internet wish death to my dog and an evil lets this freak troll live and my dog dies? I see people so into religion and I ask, “What for?” I never believed because this higher religion has rarely if at all ever been there for me. I’m the one who got myself out of things, And if anything happened at all that was good, it was because I was the one who made it very hard for it to happen. I’m the one who recovered on my own in time.
I’ll believe in this high power God, if He helps me achieve one of my greatest wishes: to have a happy, healthy marriage with the love of my life in Tennessee. I’m one of the people left who actually takes marriage seriously and would never break that vow. If I ever get married, I made a lifelong commitment to someone. I can’t handle getting divorced to the wrong person. It’s not the point in finding another man who will treat me right nearby. I know my soul mate man would treat me right in a relationship if he ever got the chance to meet me. He would see we are a perfect fit for each other, just like how we enjoy each other’s companies over Skype. I just want to experience someone I’m head over heals in love with. It must be the best feeling in the world for the feelings to be returned. I experienced a little of that on Saturday, the day before the tragic accident. It went from the absolute best day of my life to the absolute WORST.
Whenever I hear of other people losing their dogs and although it hurts for them, I hear they’re married with children and they at least have a family of their own to go through the loss with. They don’t understand how super hard it is for me when I just have my parents and brother, not my own marriage, and wondering if I’ll ever be married.
The last few things I told my baby girl was that I never wanted another dog again, she is my one and only angel. Then I see how cruel this ugly world is and how people keep breeding dogs they can’t afford and not giving them the proper attention and care. I hate people who cage their dogs for more than 12 hours. Why get a dog if a person is never going to be there to properly give it attention? Dogs more than cats don’t want to be alone. They want to be played with, showered with affection.
I see all the unlucky dogs who were used for cage fighting purposes because some humans are sick. I don’t want that to be the path of another dog. For this reason, I hope my baby angel understands, I need to save the life of another dog. I will learn from what I did or didn’t do with my dog, to be better with my next pet. Not now, but maybe sometime later we will get a dog again. We do have a good home to take care of several dogs.
Next time, I will want two dogs so they can keep each other company.