“When I was 12 my parents finally let me get a dog. She was a fox terrier mix.
It was wintertime and nobody in my family helped. I was totally on my own with the dog.
My mother insisted she stay in the bathroom which was very small. I would take her out with a little sweater, but she would still shiver.
About a month later, I came home from school and she was gone.
My mother got rid of her. I can only hope she lived a happy life.
I was heartbroken.
2o years later, I married a man with a dog, Xanthi. I loved her. She was a nut who barked incessantly for no reason. We loved her, but she wasn’t everyone’s favorite because of her barking.
One of my memories of Xanthi that is a standout, is when I used to let her in the bed when she wasn’t supposed to be. My husband would come to bed and say, is there a dog in the bed? I would say, no, and then she would let out a bark. She couldn’t help herself.
I am a dog in the bed kind of person and he wasn’t.
We were intellectually but not emotionally compatible.
After our marriage broke up, I found out she died through my father. He never called to tell me. After all, she was my dog too.