Even though it has been sixty-seven years since I last saw you, I still think of you. You were my dads dog and he had a few years with you before he was killed at work. I remember seeing you lying by his bed with sad eyes, hoping he would come home.
I was only a young child of seven years and don't remember too much of your first two years. I am sorry to say I don't remember ever feeding you but I am sure I did, especially after my dad died. You did follow us all over the neighborhood. You must of been a good dog because the neighbors never complained about you.
The sad thing is my mom had to sell our house and we had to move to another state and live with my Aunt Lottie and her family. You came with us but things did not work out for you there. My mom found you a home back in our old neighborhood and I am sure you missed us. Again we had to move this time to Michigan to live with our Aunt Margaret, and I knew I would never see you again, this made me sad for many a years.
I found you one last time before we moved, you were with your new family. I really cried to know I would never see you again. I never forgot about you and over the years I wondered if you had a good life. I also wondered how your little life ended, I hope of old age. I think of Spotty ever time I read my friend Abe's story's about his dog Pepper Jax.
I write this with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes, This is the first dog we had, and things did not go our way either, we were left alone a lot. I really can't remember too much about Spots care after my dads death, because we were scattered to the wind, doing what ever we wanted (unsupervised), my mom had taken to drinking and spent much time at the bars, sometimes not coming home all night. and sometimes not for a day or two.
I wish I had a memory like my blogger friend Linda, then things would come to me. I don't know how to put pictures on my posts, but if you click on Family Pictures above and scroll down to see Spot sitting up with my Grandfather. you will see him. Sad days make for no sunshine but my blogger friends make the rays of the sunshine break through the clouds and brighten my day.
I am sorry I sound so blue, but things around here have not changed, please bear with me, I feel better getting this out of me and feel Spot heard me==love Margaret
I was only a young child of seven years and don't remember too much of your first two years. I am sorry to say I don't remember ever feeding you but I am sure I did, especially after my dad died. You did follow us all over the neighborhood. You must of been a good dog because the neighbors never complained about you.
The sad thing is my mom had to sell our house and we had to move to another state and live with my Aunt Lottie and her family. You came with us but things did not work out for you there. My mom found you a home back in our old neighborhood and I am sure you missed us. Again we had to move this time to Michigan to live with our Aunt Margaret, and I knew I would never see you again, this made me sad for many a years.
I found you one last time before we moved, you were with your new family. I really cried to know I would never see you again. I never forgot about you and over the years I wondered if you had a good life. I also wondered how your little life ended, I hope of old age. I think of Spotty ever time I read my friend Abe's story's about his dog Pepper Jax.
I write this with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes, This is the first dog we had, and things did not go our way either, we were left alone a lot. I really can't remember too much about Spots care after my dads death, because we were scattered to the wind, doing what ever we wanted (unsupervised), my mom had taken to drinking and spent much time at the bars, sometimes not coming home all night. and sometimes not for a day or two.
I wish I had a memory like my blogger friend Linda, then things would come to me. I don't know how to put pictures on my posts, but if you click on Family Pictures above and scroll down to see Spot sitting up with my Grandfather. you will see him. Sad days make for no sunshine but my blogger friends make the rays of the sunshine break through the clouds and brighten my day.
I am sorry I sound so blue, but things around here have not changed, please bear with me, I feel better getting this out of me and feel Spot heard me==love Margaret
10 comments:
Hi Margaret, a poignant post about your dear little dog Spot. I am so sorry things are not so good right now but please know that I think of you often and am sending you a hug from here in Virginia. With love, Denise xox
Sorry things are not so well, I enjoyed your post about Spot, dogs are so faithful.
I'm sending you a hug from England.
Take care
Yvonne,
A very sad story Margaret, but I'm so glad you shared this story with us. I have similar sad memories about some of our dogs. They truely do become part of us.
My heart goes out to you and your family.I've kept checking on your blog hoping to hear something from you and hoping for good news.
I'll keep sending prayers. {{HUGS Margaret}}Please take care..
Becky
Oh Margaret... I'm so sorry. You've had a difficult childhood and now here you are with so many challenges weighing your days. I hope you'll have some days of sunshine in the next few days. I was feeling a little blue a few days ago too. I really admire how you've overcome the difficulties of your young life. I'll be thinking about you and sending lots of aloha from Hawaii.
Margaret, thanks for coming by to see me today. I'm glad you felt like writing this tribute to your dog. I hope things improve soon. Sending hugs to you from North Carolina!!
This is a sad story, but I'm going to say Spot had a very nice home when he had to get a new forever home. I had to give up a beautiful dog once also. When we had to go into Motel Management our dog Tippy had to stay at home and unfortunately our children didn't care for her very well. One time I came home and she was limping and I asked the kids what happened and they didn't know. They were digging a septic tank on the hill and I think she fell into it. But I really didn't know. At that time I felt I had to find a new home for her. When we got back to the motel I asked the mainteniance man if he knew of anyone that needed and wanted a dog. He said yes and we made arrangements to take Tippy to meet them and see how she liked it there. It was a bittersweet moment for me as she fit in very well and I really didn't want to give her up. She was a beautiful red gold lab. I never went out to see her again and I hope she had a great home.
Dear Margaret ~~ A lovely tribute to Spot and a sad
story from your childhood. It may have done you good to have a good cry and "get it all out" I
truly wish there was something we could do or say to help. But you will cope dear friend, with all our prayers and good wishes behind you, you will cope. Glad you liked the story of the blind horse and the jokes. I have a VERY painful back and leg from lifting a box that was too heavy, can barely walk. I hope we both feel better soon, Margaret. Take care, Love, Merle.
feeling very heavy reading this.....remebering my dear pet rabbit who we had to give away as it got too much cold in our city...i remember him a lot sometimes!!
hope you feel better soon....
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Hope this is finding you feeling some better, since you posted the story.
Hi Margaret,
Thank you for sharing about your dear Spot. ♥
I'm sorry that I didn't realize you were posting again until I visited today. I will read your posts and comment.
Blessings always to you and yours,
Linda
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