Her name was Dallas, fondly we called her My Nallas, I called her Mama after she had her litter of 10 puppies.
I have had two great dogs in my life. Dallas was one of them. She didn’t whine or bark if she needed out or back in. She would wait patiently to be fed if I wasn’t paying attention to the time. We would communicate with eyes. Her intent look will remain with me.
Her favorite things were the snow, riding in the car and playing soccer with a basketball with me. She got a new one for Christmas every year because the old one would wear out. I feel guilty for the few Christmases I forgot.
No matter what I was doing at home, she would make sure that she could see me. If I went anywhere in the house that she couldn’t, she would move so that she could. She would follow me down the stairs and back up. Up the stairs became so very hard for her at the end. There were times that she needed help getting back up them.
I love her and she loved me. I will miss her greatly.
No more silent suffering for you my Dallas. No more pain.
You were a smart, sweet, loyal friend. Please wait for me at the bridge.