My Grandmother's Dog

My grandmother found a puppy, on the side of her street, about 13 years ago. She brought the poor thing into her home and loved, and took care of her. She named her Baby. We never knew what breed of dog she was, but none of us cared. She was the cutest thing. But about 2 years ago she was found to have cancer in her stomich and it spread beyond what the Vets could do about it, and it would be best to euthanize her, to stop her suffering. Afterwards I could tell my Grandmother was heart broken. So I decided to stay a couple of nights with her.

As I was sleeping on the couch I heard what sounded like something hard walking around in the hallways. It sounded just like what Baby's claws sounded like on the wooden floors. I told my Aunt Kathy (who lived with Mamma at the time) and she told me that she heard it too and both of us think its Baby checking up on us. I think it was too, because when I heard it I didn't feel afraid, just suprised. I didn't think animal spirits could come back like people spirits do. This didn't happen just once. It happened everytime I stayed at her house. Not once did I feel afraid. Mamma said she never heard it, but belieives it to be possible.

But my Grandmother said that the house has always had a little something going on like creaks and sounds. But she belives it to be true because Baby loved eveyone. She was a sweet dog and I dedicate this story about her life and her death to her. I loved her so much, I cried for weeks. But with the help of her and my family, I have finally accepted that she is probably in heaven or where ever we go. Because the last time (two weeks ago) that I stayed with my Mamma's house I didn't hear any little noises, and neither did anyone else. So if it was Baby we heard, she seems to be satisfied that we are okay and she can move on.

I thank you for reading my story. I hope it warms your heart and that you believe it to. I will be typing another story soon so look out for it!