My little girl and very best friend, Pepper…
It was one year ago today that I loved her most. One year ago today that I said goodbye.
I know that I will always miss her, but there are a few more smiles than tears now…
on most days.
She was my childhood dog, the dog I grew up with, but most certainly not the dog I had thought I would ever come to call my own. As a little kid, I had wanted every breed imaginable—usually changing it daily, every kind from the tiniest fluffy haired dog to biggest and fiercest dog. I finally narrowed it down to one—a Golden Retriever.
A couple years later we had just moved to rural Virginia (I was eleven) to experience farm life and a dear friend asked if we would like his 18 month old Rat Terrier.
She came with her name included, a worn out collar, a chain leash, food and water bowls, and a light pink house filled with cedar shavings. And she chose me. Not right away of course—she was shy, untrained, a picky eater, and disliked most toys. I taught her manners—how to sit and stay, to not run away, to not bark, to not steal eggs. And Pepper taught me friendship, the true meaning of commitment, and most importantly love and patience.
She came to be my shadow and she always knew what it was I asked of her even without words. She was sweet natured, inquisitive, fearless (in her own small 20 lb. way), and always so full of life.
No, she was not the dog I would have chosen, or even the dog I had wanted, but I know in my heart that she most definitely was the dog I needed. The dog meant for me. And that is all that matters. She truly was a gift and was a very special friend indeed.
Sometimes, the smallest things take up the most room in your heart. ~ Winnie the Pooh
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. ~ Kahil Gibran
This hole in your heart is in the shape of the one you lost—no one else can fit it. ~ Jeanette Winterson
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. ~ Winnie the Pooh
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~ Unknown
Mourning is love with no place to go. ~ Anonymous
And, somewhere out there, there will be another dog meant for me…
one day.
one day.