It Was Too Late...

(SORRY ABOUT THE LENGTH OF THIS)

We had our beautiful, friendly,  green-eyed pitbull for about 5 years. We immediately decided to take her in from a family who was ready to dump her on the streets leaving her to fend on her own. I remember how small and timid she was when we first got a hold of her. Eventually, she adjusted and became a happy, energetic and friendly dog who was always there to comfort us. I remember having bad days at school and being really upset, she would always lie next to me. I remember her always sticking her head out the window excited when my siblings and I would come home, and jumping up and down on us when we walked inside. And although, I hated the smell of the liver my mom fed her, I miss that too. Admittedly however, at times I would push her away, yell at her and just take my anger out on her when I was in my bad moods. But then came something my family and I would never expect. On May 3rd of 2007, my entire family except for one of my brothers left home to attend my little brother's school play. When we were all outside I looked at the window, and there was she sticking her head out again, this time in despair. My sister and I just stood there laughing, but we never thought that that would be the last glimpse we would ever get to see of poor Lola alive.



When the play was over, we headed over to my oldest sisters apartment where she was sitting on the couch with her son, crying uncontrollably. We all knew something was wrong, but none of us were prepared for what we were about to hear. She was choking on tears, but finally told us that our brother burned the house down, and killed Lola. I remember being so shocked then, I almost fainted. I just sat there thinking that this must be a joke. My brother lit a candle in the entrance of out home where there were garbage bags. It apparently fell and spread throughout the entire house. Almost all of our possessions were gone, our walls were all black, everything melted. But the only thing we could think of was, Poor Lola. She was at the top of the stairs, and my brother was at the end yelling at her to come down. He also tried getting her through the window, but knowing Lola, she was much to afraid. Instead she ran to the bathtub and laid there inhaling all the smoke. I remember the entire neighborhood crowding around my house and the firefighters rushing my dog outside on a stretcher. My brothers wanted to be next to her but the firefighters wouldn't let them. They gave her the mask and did all that they could to rescue her, but it was too late. Her lungs were filled with smoke, she wasn't breathing.

We stayed at my sister's apartment that week, and I got absolutely no sleep. I still have the memory of her dead body in a black bag in the back of my father's truck. I remember when my brother removed it the bag the next morning and I saw her cold, hard body and her beautiful, dead, sad eyes that were opened. I would not stop crying and shaking. My brother was so hard on himself, telling us over and over, that he himself was so stupid, and that Lola could have been alive today if he had just watched that candle. He wasn't the only one, we felt like this was a punishment for treating her like crap a lot of times. But there was nothing we could do, anymore, whats done is done. We all know Lola is in a better place now. All we could do is pray and celebrate all the good times we had with her and rejoice. We eventually cremated her body, and kept the ashes and her paw print. After, my family visited our burnt home, and took pictures of the bathtub where Lola's mark was. It was too much for me.

We have all made mistakes, we are only human, and I realize that. I do take back a lot of the things I've said and done, but I've learned that you don't realize what you have until its gone. A life lesson I'll never forget.  Like a wonderful, beautiful, amazing dog named Lola. She may not be human,  but she was much more than just a pet to us, she was family, and I miss her so much. I have tears in my eyes as I write this, R.I.P. Lola, you will live in our hearts forever.

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4 Responses Feb 13, 2010

my baby puppy, shep, died 5 days before his second birthday by a kid in my school who did not even stop after hitting him, i am so sorry to have the loss of your best friend and home is something that i completely under stand, please stay strong and never let go of your memoirs of your Lola, cherish them<br />
xoxoxo<br />
Sami S.

my baby puppy, shep, died 5 days before his second birthday by a kid in my school who did not even stop after hitting him, i am so sorry to have the loss of your best friend and home is something that i completely under stand, please stay strong and never let go of your memoirs of your Lola, cherish them<br />
xoxoxo<br />
Sami S.

wow, what a story, that must have been awful =/ . I have to admit that I have used my dog as a scapegoat for my anger because i know that he will always come back to me and to cuddle even after i yell at him.....anyway it goes to show that our animals are all blessings and should be treasured everyday since they only live 15 years at the most.

im so sorry. My pet buldog was taken away and killed when i was six because some kid punched him and he tried to bite the kid. Thats the worst feeling. I know your pain