The Greatest Dog; The Saddest day.

My dog died today. My amazing, beautiful dog died today. At the age of 9 (she was going to be 10 in December). At 8:45 this morning my older sister came into my room and told me that Addie had died. On the short walk over to the phone to talk to my mom I had already started crying.

She was the sweetest and most unconditionally loving animal one could ask for. She was completely non-judgemental and an amazing companion. Anyone who met her fell in love with her (unless of course she was barking at them..but she was a completely harmless, yet protective doggie). She would get jelous if all attention wasn't always on her and start yapping at you to give her attention. She would lay in the tightest spaces and you'd have to watch out not to hit her when getting up from your chair. She'd jump and run around frantically when you said "are we going for a walk?" (razhodka in Bulgarian). Even at 9 she was a puppy at heart, always pulling and tugging on her leash no matter how many times she'd been outside that day.

I feel really sad. I will never get to look at her again. I will never get to hug her, or talk to her again. She will never again sleep in my room and get me up at 6am. to open the door for her so she could go see my dad. She will never again whine, or even bark when the doorbell rings. She will never get scared of lighting or the fire-detector going off and want to come into my room for protection (from me of all people!!).

We'll never brush her again, and get mad at the amount of hair she could shed. We'll never again tell her off for licking her bum, or her paws when they were bleeding (too much running on pavement, again she wanted to run so much and even that didn't bother her). Never again will she have that cheeky look on her face when she knew she had done something wrong, (which was very rare anyways) when her ears would slump and she'd look at you so sweetly. We'll never play with the hose again, her running around in circles over and over chasing the water; or have snow-ball fights (like those we had in Regina) when she would chase the snow-balls flying accross the yard.

There are so many memories to recall that I can't even begin to imagine writing them all. I miss her so much already and when I go back to Kingston tomorrow it will be made worse. That was her place, her house and she will no-longer be a presence in it.

She has been through so much with us. Through thick and thin, in Regina and in Kingston (and even in Toronto) that its like losing a family member. Her memory will never be erased. She will always be in our thoughts.

I love you Addie, you were the best dog a person could ask for, and I hope your life with us was as happy as our lives were made by you.