I have to say goodbye to you today. It’s your time to go. No more sickness, no more pain. No more seizures. You were my baby girl. My best friend. Do you remember when we met? Mom and I went to the local pound because after begging her over and over again, she let me have a dog. I don’t remember how old I was. Possibly 3, 4, or 5. Although I’m obsessed with Siberian Huskies now and there were two of them at the pound, you caught my eye. A little black and white bundle of joy. A mutt. I picked you and you picked me. I named you Tanya (like I had named pretty much everything at that age). We took you home and that was that. You were my girl.
I remember when you chewed my favorite stuffed animal. She was a black teddy bear (named Tanya of course). I was so angry at you but I still loved you. I remember when Mom and I thought you ran away and we looked for you everywhere. Called out your name but you never showed up. We were devastated. The next morning though there you were sitting on the porch as if nothing happened. You came home. Mom was so angry when you chewed up her shoes or her stockings. She was especially angry when you chewed up a brand new coat that she bought me. I convinced her that I do bad things too and she never got rid of me. I was a very convincing child and therefore she forgave you and you were still my girl.
I walked you, slept with you, bathed you, loved you. I was there for when you had a bad seizure in the middle of July. I (along with your brother Mark) laid on the front porch with you because we were afraid to move you. Our parents were away on a trip but when they came home the next day with food, you were back to your normal self.
You were there for me when I found out my dad had passed away. You came with me to visit him in the cemetery and I know he loved you too. You were loved by everyone. People were amazed that you lived as long as you did. You lived a long and full life Tanya and I will miss you. You will always be my baby girl and I will always love you.