8 1/2 years ago, just after Justin and I got engaged, we got Millie as a tiny puppy that fit in the palm of my hand. She was the very first puppy I ever had. We named her Dooley, after Vince Dooley , Justin's idea but I thought it was cute. She rode home in my coat pocket, limp and sleeping, all soft puppy fur that I couldn't stop touching. I couldn't believe we had just gotten her, our first "Experiment in Parenthood" together.
When we got home with her, Marla and Livie didn't like the name. Said it didn't suit her. So as a family we sat down and finally decided on Millie. We all took turns holding her and playing with her. She nipped Marla's lip and got in BIG trouble, she never did it again. Justin held her away from him under her front legs, so get a good look at her and she fell sleep like that in like 2 seconds. I was one of the cutest thing I had ever witnessed. Livie found toys to tease her with. Millie liked "Attack the squeaky toy". She came to me to rest and sleep on my chest.
She loved to play catch a ball, attack a rock and chew on it, attack the sprinkler or water hose, catch and tear up a stick,and many others. She just loved to play. It was not always perfect though,we found early on she has food allergies from the corn in dog food. We put her on the B.A.R.F. Diet . I cook for my dogs 3 to 4 times a week. Millie did better on oatmeal over rice, and raw chicken gave her a sour stomach. Flea medicine gave her hot spots. Once, when she was a puppy, she ate Justin's speaker wires. She liked to be the boss of all the other dogs and got her self into trouble more than once with her attitude. We're pretty sure she had a mild case of hip dysplasia, there where a few days after a rough running and playing day she would wake up unable to stand. Those days I carried her out to potty and lay in the sun before bringing her back in. Those days scared me every time. All her teeth got filed down flat from her love of "Chew that rock". We tried to make her stop but we couldn't brake her of it. She just loved her some "Chew the rock".
I didn't know last night would be my last with her. I wish I had cuddled with her on the floor for awhile, petting her coarse fur, feeling her warm body as she breathed. I wish I had hugged her one more time tight around the neck and told home much I loved her and what a good girl she was. I wish I had kissed her wet nose like I did when she was a puppy. I didn't do any of that last night. I brought her in from her dinner. Gave her some pets, let Coleman pet and tell her "my friend, ok" then she went nigh-night to our room. I don't know when she went in the night. I didn't know it would be my last night. I'm so very sad, I'm crying as I write this.
To my Millie girl,
This morning when we realized you had gone, as daddy was getting ready for work, I was so sad. So very sad. I wrapped you in a sheet, and daddy and I carried you out side. He had to leave for work, he was as sad as me, I could tell. I told Livie that you had past, she misses you too. Papa came to help me bury you. I put you under the Turks cap. I hope you'll like it there it's sunny in the spring ans shady in the summer, and the chicken like to hang out there, and I'll be able to see you from the window, make sure your not up to no good.
I love you so much Milberts, and I'm gonna miss you dearly.
love always,
Momma
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