Tot's Spot: Sad Day

Sunday morning I woke up to a few missed calls, texts and facetimes from my parents (which is never a good sign from my family these days). Once we got in contact they told me that my sweet little dog, Dublin, had passed away in her sleep. It was so sad to get this news. Although she was 14 1/2 years old, she still acted like a puppy in many ways. In fact, last weekend when I was home, we wrestled on the ground and I watched her as she stood over her toy bin trying to decide which toy to play with (she ultimately chose two: her lamb and her bone).

Dublin was given to me as a present on my 13th birthday as a bribe to move to Doylestown (from Naperville). I remember the day we picked her up like it was yesterday. She was so tiny and brown and she smelled so good! When we walked into the house to pick her up she was standing on her back paws, face deep in a plant. They called her Miss Piggy when she was born and the name did stick a bit through the years (along with a million other nicknames: Dub, Chub, Dubby, W, Verdelle, Eleanore, Doodle, Gil, to name a few).

Dublin was there with us through many sad and bad times, and through some great times as well. A story that stands out to me was the night in high school that I blew out my knee. Ever the drama queen, I was crying my eyes out while my parents were helping me up the stairs. I couldn't put any weight on my left leg, the bad leg, so I had it up in the air. As I was going up the stairs I heard Dublin coming up after us and when I looked back I saw she had her back left paw up in the air as she followed us up the stairs (hand to God!! My parents can even testify to this statement). We all started laughing hysterically. That's what I'll miss most about Dub, no matter how sad any of us ever were we could look at Dublin's sweet little face and laugh or smile.

Thanks for being the best dog ever, Dublin!!! I love you and miss you! (Because I was obsessed with her my phone and computer are full of pictures of her, so I chose a few recent faves).

Dublin sleeping off the 10 lbs of turkey she ate at Thanksgiving. When my dad carves the turkey he throws one slice to Dub, one for him to nibble on and one for the platter. Needless to say, it's Dublin's favorite day of the year.