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A Tribute to Beebe

I was 27 years old & I'd never picked up a dog before.
I liked dogs, and I hoped to have one someday. I guess it was my talking
about having a dog that made my friends decide to adopt one for me.

I was leaving a job and the town I'd lived in for 2 years. I was moving into a house & thought it might be a good time to seriously consider getting a dog. I had talked about it a lot during the couple of weeks leading up to my going away party.

When I got to the party I noticed the cutest little puppy playing in the river behind the house. But she didn't play for much longer after she saw me. Probably 30 seconds after I saw her, she saw me. She ran out of the water with her big ol' ears flapping in the wind, ran passed about 30 people and jumped into my arms.

Everyone was shocked. How did this little puppy know I was her new Mommy?
But from that moment on, she followed me everywhere.

Whenever I was sick, my husband would say "You take care of your Mommy."
Beebe would lay on the floor in front of the couch all day until my husband got home from work. The only time she'd get up was when I did. She'd sit in front of the bathroom door waiting for me, then lead me back to the couch.
She wouldn't even ask to go outside or bark at the mailman. :)

Five years ago, my mother had to have heart surgery at a hospital about three hours from where we live, and I stayed with her for two weeks. My husband said Beebe cried almost the entire time. When I came home she didn't leave my side for a week.

She had such a personality. There are so many little games we used to play that I can't even begin to describe them all. But our favorite was "peek-a-boo." She would get under a blanket and think I couldn't see her. I'd say "Where's my doggie?" a few times. Then she'd shake the blanket off her head and give me this big ol' smile and this look that said "Here I am Mommy!"

I'm still having a really hard time dealing with losing her. Sometimes I can actually still feel her presence. I know I did the right thing because she's not suffering anymore. But I couldn't help but think she thought I desserted her ...

... until a dream I had a few nights after she was gone.
In the dream I was in the woods where she loved to run.
She ran up to me, knocked me down then started licking my face and smiling. I could sense her saying, "Don't worry, Mommy, and don't be sad. I'm OK."

That made it a little easier, but I still miss her
and probably always will.


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