This is a tribute to my boxer.. She was sweet in so many ways.. If you would like to hear her story, please read on..
My lovable dog was anything but a trouble maker.. She loved to play with my brother and I, chase us around the house and see if she could jump the drive way.. (Which she could) But that all changed when we moved. She was always sad and didn't bark when the neighbor's dog got out. She just, slept. About a week after we had moved, she had a seizure. My mom was afraid she would hurt my brother so she made Alley sleep in the bathroom.. My mother woke up to check on her, and she was stuck in a cupboard.. She got stuck everywhere, under the table, behind chairs, even in shelves. Later we found out she had lost sight in her right eye. The seizure had done that to her.. We took her to the vet and she gave us pills for her, telling us Alley may never be the same.. Well, Alley wouldn't eat.. My mom had to force the pill down her throat. Finally, my mom knew the boxer was suffering. We were forced to put her down.. When she layed on the table, her minutes flying away, I layed my head on her side. "Alley, I know I could never say enough.. But I love you. God will take good care of you.." And those were my last words to her. Later that day my mom was clutching her collar in the garage. she gave it to me and went to her room and cried. I fell asleep with that collar in my hands, the smell of her made tears come to my eyes.. And I cried myself to sleep for the next few days. Right now, her collar hangs right above me on my window. And when I am having tough times, I talk to her. Dogs, may be just dogs.. But there the bestest friend any boy or girl could ask for.
Will you be there for me?
I remember the day that we first met,
The day you chose me as your pet.
You have fed and cleaned and cared for me,
And I have been the better friend any human could be.
You have given me rides in the car and walks in the grass,
New chew toys and puppy class.
You have shared your dinner and shared your bed,
Given me baths and put bows on my head.
I have watched our family and guared our yard,
It was my pleasure so it wasn't very hard.
Have you noticed lately how I have aged with grace?
I'm getting clouds in my eyes and gray in my face.
It is harder to hear you and harder to see,
And sometimes I can not make it outside to pee.
We have both realized some day this would come,
But my memory can always stay young in your heart.
I have been the best friend I could possibly be,
So in the end, will you be there for me?
I want you to chose when my passing is due,
and be there for me as I was for you.
Stroke my ears and tell me how good I have been,
And how we will see each other some day again.
I know how sad this day will be,
But thank you my friend
For being there for me.




no one understands what Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is. Unless you have it yourself.
