This past weekend my mom’s little dachshund doggy Petey passed away. It seemed rather sudden but he had lived to be 15 years old which is I think 105 in dog years. He just got old and tired and needed to rest more than he could in this life. He was around for over half of my life and I considered him my doggy brother. I’m so sad he’s gone and I don’t think I’ll be able to fully realize he’s gone until I visit home next which will be really sad indeed.
Petey was such a special dog. He shared my mom’s birthday with her and strangely enough he passed on the 7 year anniversary of my grandma’s (my mom’s mom) passing. My mom said he went to be with Grandma Cindy. I so wish I could have seen him one more time. Every time I was home I would get teary eyed wondering if it was the last time I’d see my little guy. His sweet face and the way he’d cuddle into the crook of your knee when you were laying on the couch.
Being so far from home it’s hard for me to imagine him gone and not around. It sounded as if he went rather peacefully though. I think I’m still processing but I wanted to write a little post about Petey because I loved him so much and I will miss him dearly.








