His name was Marley, named after Bob Marley... He was and old dog, really old when he died. He was a golden retriever, but he had red/brown fur... And grey as he aged... The nicest dog you could meet, he'd never bitten anyone his whole life... He was all bark. He barked at everything, and everyone, but that was his way of saying, "Hello."
My dog was really noisy at night... He was always scratching the ground, panting, and barking softly every now and then... We tried to get him to sleep on his bed, but for some reason he liked the hallway better... And it was even nosier hearing his feet against the hard floor.
A couple of years ago, one or two, he died... I wasn't as attached to him as my brother and parents, and I think that's why I miss him most. Because I wasn't there and I didn't pay attention as much, I think when he died I was most upset about not being able to be closer to him... I did love him, don't get me wrong, but I guess it's like what they say, "You don't realize what you have until it's gone."
I cried the hardest, and felt the worst about it... And for the next several months I could still hear him in the hallway. Once I was even about to call to him to be quiet. It took me a while to realize he wasn't there anymore. I heard him, even though he wasn't there... Eventually I stopped hearing it every night, but recently I heard it again, and I wonder if he really still is in that hallway, waiting for someone to call him a 'good boy' and give him a treat. Maybe that day will come when I really can hug Marley again.
My dog was really noisy at night... He was always scratching the ground, panting, and barking softly every now and then... We tried to get him to sleep on his bed, but for some reason he liked the hallway better... And it was even nosier hearing his feet against the hard floor.
A couple of years ago, one or two, he died... I wasn't as attached to him as my brother and parents, and I think that's why I miss him most. Because I wasn't there and I didn't pay attention as much, I think when he died I was most upset about not being able to be closer to him... I did love him, don't get me wrong, but I guess it's like what they say, "You don't realize what you have until it's gone."
I cried the hardest, and felt the worst about it... And for the next several months I could still hear him in the hallway. Once I was even about to call to him to be quiet. It took me a while to realize he wasn't there anymore. I heard him, even though he wasn't there... Eventually I stopped hearing it every night, but recently I heard it again, and I wonder if he really still is in that hallway, waiting for someone to call him a 'good boy' and give him a treat. Maybe that day will come when I really can hug Marley again.