Recently, I was thinking..
I had a beautiful German Shepard mix… She was gorgeous. We got her when I was a year old. We were best pals. I named her.. in a way.. there’s a cute story behind it. She used to nibble on me as a baby, and I couldn’t say “Owwie” quite right. I’d say “Abby”
So, we named her Abby.
When my parents got divorced, my mother got Abby, and my father got all three kids, including myself.. I was 6.
She had a stroke and was put down, without me knowing. I was camping. I’d call my mother and the first thing I would ask was “How is Abby?” because I knew she was getting old. Well, I didn’t ask one time… and the one time I didn’t, my mother said “I need to tell you something.” I said “What?”
And she said “It’s about Abby”
And I yelled “NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!”
I miss her. I wanted to say goodbye! IT’S NOT FAIR!!!…
It will be a year soon. She was thirteen…
I love you Abby.. best pals, to the end, babe <3