Memoir to Bubbles

Last year June I lost my dog, Bubbles, and I had no idea how much emotion could come out on realising that 15 years of my childhood was in this one furry friend. We played adventure games, we danced, I bathed her, I brushed her hair, I groomed her. I hugged her, I held her. I spoke to her, I followed her wherever she went. I learnt how to train her. I gave her her medicines and winced whenever she got a shot. I fed her when I wasn’t supposed to, I took her on a walk whenever she seemed to get restless (even if she had already went for a walk). I pretended she was a house dog, to my mother’s dismay, and caught her even when she was simply too big to fit comfortably in my arms.

I stayed up all night with you when I found out you were sick. I look like an absolute mess but its whatever. I haven’t been able to be with you for years, but I’m glad I got to be with you in your final moments.

The best model. My fox.

Thank you for coming to visit me in the house sometimes. Guess that means I left the door open. Oops

You posed for all my DS photos. Cutie

Special mention to my baby Z (Bubbles’ baby), who passed away many years ago.

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I took Bubbles on a procession around Provo, round to all the beaches we used to take her to growing up. So if you saw my mom’s car around Provo trekking off-the-road routes that day then, that’s why

It was such a beautiful day.

🐶