My beloved Poodle

by Marcie
(Los Angeles, CA)

I had a 2 year old male bundle of joy. I got him from a friend one day and just fell in love with it.

I always lived with a fear for dogs. I never owned one because of bad experiences as a child.

When that dog came into my home, I was a bit afraid, but something about this dog made me feel safe.

Anyway, after coming home one day and finding him missing, my world just has never been the same. No one seems to understand the love we shared for only one year. I feel as if my dog was my little baby. I worry every minute hoping that whoever found him is taking care of him and is giving him all of the love that I gave him. I say him, as if it were human. To me he was. I did everything possible to try and find him. I failed. It's been 9 months now. I still look for him everywhere. Losing him has completely changed my life.

I have a new pet. I went into a deep depression and the same person who gave me my poodle gave me this new puppy. I love her too, but my heart still aches in despair in not knowing what ever happened to my baby. I don't wish this upon anyone. I wanted to share this because if anyone ever finds a lost pet, please return it. You have no idea the pain that someone who loves it goes through. It's very painful. Thanks for reading my story.