In memorial of a very special puppy...
This page is dedicated to my first furbaby. I named her Penelope, and she was the light of my life. Raising a dog from 6 weeks of age can be difficult and rewarding at the same time. She was, for lack of better terms, my daughter. I have no children, Penelope was it. And she got me, you know? She knew when I was upset, when I needed comfort...she was loving and affectionate.
Unfortunately, she also had the urge to run out the door all the time. We had trained her with the words "get back" every time the door was open, but if we weren't paying attention, she would bolt. On December 24th, 2011, as we were packing our car for a week-long trip to Florida, Penelope bolted. My little baby loved to chase things, including headlights. She had never known the dangers of cars and what would happen if she got too close. That night, my little Penelope was hit by a passing car. She survived for about thirty minutes, and passed in the comfort of our home on the couch that she loved to relax on. There is no greater pain than watching someone you love suffer like that, to watch them fight for life because they wanted to live it, and then watch them give up. I lost a huge piece of my world when I lost my baby girl. It's been a very rough task trying to recoup, and we now have another beautiful little lab mix named Dora Rue and a little mutt named Kody Blue that we are providing with every ounce of love that Penelope enjoyed. But it's still so hard to give up my baby girl, to accept that she's gone.
I wrote a song for her, titled "Baby, Baby Mine." I hope you enjoy it, and that you understand through the music and lyrics the pain that I'm sure everyone feels when something that's so precious to them passes away from them.
Unfortunately, she also had the urge to run out the door all the time. We had trained her with the words "get back" every time the door was open, but if we weren't paying attention, she would bolt. On December 24th, 2011, as we were packing our car for a week-long trip to Florida, Penelope bolted. My little baby loved to chase things, including headlights. She had never known the dangers of cars and what would happen if she got too close. That night, my little Penelope was hit by a passing car. She survived for about thirty minutes, and passed in the comfort of our home on the couch that she loved to relax on. There is no greater pain than watching someone you love suffer like that, to watch them fight for life because they wanted to live it, and then watch them give up. I lost a huge piece of my world when I lost my baby girl. It's been a very rough task trying to recoup, and we now have another beautiful little lab mix named Dora Rue and a little mutt named Kody Blue that we are providing with every ounce of love that Penelope enjoyed. But it's still so hard to give up my baby girl, to accept that she's gone.
I wrote a song for her, titled "Baby, Baby Mine." I hope you enjoy it, and that you understand through the music and lyrics the pain that I'm sure everyone feels when something that's so precious to them passes away from them.