Losing a petâŚ
I remember being five years old and stopping by in the middle of the road in Puerto Rico to check out the doggies people were selling. I didnât think my parents were actually going to buy one, but a few moments later, a cute little Miniature Pinscher quickly became ours, and we decided to name him Twinkle. My sister and I thought that was too girly, so we changed his name to Twinkey (donât judge we were only 5 and 6 years old haha). A few weeks later, my mom was picking my sister and I up from day care, and as we opened up the car door, we saw a cute, little plush toy. We suddenly realized the head was moving, and found out it was actually another pup! My momâs boss gifted her an adorable little Poodle, who we later named Oreo. As the years passed by, he became fully blind, but we still loved him unconditionally. They were my sister and Iâs best friends. We grew up with them. They moved everywhere with us, from Puerto Rico, to Florida, to North Carolina. Like I mentioned earlier, I was only five when they first came into my life, and fifteen years later, I still had them. They were the biggest blessing to our family.
This past summer, my parents, sister, and I decided to take a trip back to Puerto Rico to see our family since it had been so long. Both Oreo and Twinkey were sick, but we were sure to care for them until they were healthy again before leaving them at their doggy hotel. The day before our trip, we decided to take them on a ride around town. When they were younger, they used to love riding in the car, so we figured since we were going to be out for so long that we should give them a special day before we left. While we were on our trip, we received daily calls from the vet at the hotel caring for them to let us know how they were doing. A few days before our trip was over, my parents received the most devastating news. None of us saw it coming. They were both gone. My heart shattered into a trillion little pieces. They were my whole world. Who was I going to run to when I went home for the weekends and play outside with for hours? Who was I going to get sweet, soft hugs from when I was feeling down? They were my best friends, and now theyâre gone. I never saw this day coming, and I was in no way prepared for it. I miss them more than anything, but I know they are now resting peacefully over the rainbow bridge waiting for me. I canât wait to see them again! Iâll love my sweet Oreo and Twinkey forever and always, and Iâm thankful for the best fifteen years I got with them.
-Brigiett









