My dog went missing last night, for 2 hours, and we were trying to figure out where he was because he had NEVER been gone for that long. He gets loose and runs around the corner, pees on all the trees and street lights, and comes right back but last night was different... We were getting worried. Next thing I know, my sister tags me in this post on a page about "Lost Pets in the Omaha Area" with the description of my dog and the caption was "DECEASED DOG." I lost my shit after reading that. I didn't know it could hurt so badly when you lose a pet. He was my baby and I was his mama and now he was gone. All I kept thinking about was how he was gone forever and I wouldn't see him so excited when I would pull up. I kept thinking about how I had made such human decisions for him as a puppy. I made the decision for my mom and sisters to keep him because he deserved a yard and space to roam, and all I had to offer was a cramped apartment. I seen him often but I still remember dropping him off and it broke my heart. I was always trying to stay on top of booking his appts and vet trips for his shots. I named him after my great grandma and when we got the other puppy, I named him Jackson. The reasoning is because I wanted Gamble and Jackson to be together forever. Jackson was named after my grandma. My great grandma and grandma lived a few houses away from each other for years, all the way until my grandma passed. I wanted that bond with my dogs and to have that relationship in dog form. Everything I ever did with or for Gamble was out of unity in relation to other things. I loved my fur baby. My sister said she had seen my grandma (her spirit) hanging around and that she wanted Gamble. She was coming to take him away... I hope she's giving him all the belly rubs and kisses up there for us because I feel lost without him.
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February 2020
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