My Whiskey Puppy
It's been almost 2 years since Whiskey died of cancer, and I can't even believe it's been that long. Whiskey was an Irish Wolfhound mix. We'd gotten him at a local animal shelter when I was 13 years old, and he was honestly, the greatest dog that ever lived. Whiskey was an angel from the moment we got him, even as a 3 month old puppy. He was loyal, brilliant, funny, had an amazing personality...he just loved us. And we loved him more than anything. He passed away when he was 11 years old, and I was 24. I can't go into too much detail about his death, because I will start to cry, even after 2 years, but it was devastating to me. I still have dreams about him sometimes, and I wake up feeling miserable because he' gone.
I have a new dog now, named Ash, that I also adopted from a shelter. He's a Black Lab/Chow Chow mix. He's adorable, but a handful, seeing as he's only an eight month old puppy. He's a lot more independant than Whiskey ever was. Whiskey loved to cuddle, loved being near us all the time. Ash cuddles only when he feels like it, which is fine, but makes me miss Whiskey a lot. I love Ash, but I don't think that there will ever be a day that goes by that I don't think about Whiskey. I miss him so much.