Now, I doubt this will get me anywhere but. Hello Funnyjunk. Long time lurker, first time poster. And let me tell you the story of this, a wonderful little dog of mine.
One morning, as I was sleeping, I was woken by my fiance who shoved a little white furball in my face saying "Look! We have a visitor!" Little did I know how much he would change my life. We took the pup in, too young to even be away from his mother.
His first night with us, I bottle fed him, even slept on the floor with him so he wouldn't get lonely. It wasn't long until I knew what to name him. Ghosty.
Ghosty was far from a smart dog. When he first learned how to run, he ran alright. Sideways. He kept that very same running style from then on out. He barked his head off at any slight noise outside. He would even grab your hand and pull it towards him to say "Hey. Love me."
We had him for five long years, every day a new adventure with him. Well behaved, wouldn't run away outside, even went with my Fiance's grandpa to work all the time (Sheep shearing, wood splitting, that kind of thing.) Ghosty was TERRIFIED of goats though, from the day one of them chased him away.
Today, February 27'th, 2016, at around two or three PM, he was outside while my fiance's grandpa was splitting wood. Little while later, his wife came in asking "Where's Ghosty?" He wasn't inside, nor anywhere outside. A man pulls up to our house.
And picks Ghosty up from the back of his truck, handing him over to me.
My little boy, cold and limp. I held him tightly to me, crying, never wanting to let him go again.
His life may not have been the longest, but he lived every moment in a blissful joy. He didn't care of anything going on. He was happy.
Please, all you fellow pet owners out there. Do your little ones a big favor. Always keep an eye on them when they go outside. You never want them to be taken from you so suddenly.