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Dear Diary – Chapter 17 – Guest Story

(This is written by Jessica, a good friend of mine)

09/05-2010 01:34

Dear Diary,

With all the stress and emotions that have been plaguing me lately, I thought it might be nice to share a happy story. I'm going to tell you about my first pet.

Her name was Darla, she was a Greyhound (they don't agitate mom's allergies), the runt of the litter and not considered even worth raising until mom and dad found her. Darla had such a nice white and caramel-coloured coat; it always felt like silk. She was about 3 years old when I was born, very well behaved and always so gentle with me, even when I was a baby. Every day when I would return from school she would always be sitting on her bed, tail wagging furiously, just waiting for me to let her come and greet me. She would cover my face in kisses and rub her head against my neck and face, getting her scent back on me.

I remember one day, I was about 7 years old, mom and dad didn't close the back door properly. Darla went outside and got through a hole in the fence so she could follow me to school! She followed me as I walked and got there right as I did. My teacher had to call my dad to have him take Darla home. Everyone who was around at school took the opportunity to come over and pet her and give her love before they let dad take her back home, though. Poor dad, he ended up being late to work that day but I think he really enjoyed seeing all of us so happy to be able to play with Darla before school.

After that my friends wanted to come over to my house more often just to see her and play with her--she always loved playing "Fetch" with us, she could play it all day I think. That was when Sus started coming over to my house more often; Malene came over a couple times but she was still very shy and quiet back then and not very social.

She ended up passing away peacefully in her sleep at the ripe old age of 13, and she suffered from very few health problems before her death. We knew her time was coming near the end, she was moving very slowly, had slight hearing and vision problems, and would get out of breath fairly easily in her last weeks. I'm so glad we were all able to make peace with her and show her how much she was loved before she died. Dad buried her in the back yard beneath her favourite tree that she loved sleeping under, so she will always be with us. We still keep a picture of her in the family room.

I hope to share more happy memories with you as I recall them, Diary.