I can't even tell you how sad this is. Twelve years is such a long time; I got Teddy when I was in fifth grade. He was technically mine, even though my mom took care of him. I named him after one of my most prized possessions then, the 1997 Teddy beanie baby. He was such an amazing dog. I remember he had a toy football that squeaked a lot. Sometimes, I would mess around with him and throw the ball against a wall, completely confusing him because he always ran past the wall trying to find it. I also would sometimes jokingly call him "Freddy" or "Betty" because I knew he'd still look.
I always loved carrying him like a baby, even when he was pretty heavy. I also remember all of the times he knocked over the trash cans, including the ones in the bathrooms, hoping to find something he could engulf. I remember only having to tell him "go to place", "vamos!", and "sit" to let him know that it was either eating time, bathroom time, or, sitting time.
He came with us to 6 different homes, in 2 different countries, and 3 different states (if you count DC as a state). Always so eager and happy and so completely lovable. I loved him so much and always will. It's so sad because I knew he wanted to live longer, I could tell the last time we saw him at the hospital. He had iv's all over and he seemed to be in so much pain, but he was so happy to see us. He mustered any energy he could to show us, wanting us to pet him. Seeing him last night, post-euthanasia was weird and scary. He was frozen, gone. But I needed to say goodbye. He was the best dog ever and I'll miss him forever.
Teddy Silva
04/15/1998-03/31/2010
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What you wrote about Teddy had news to me, stuff I wasn't aware of, such as the story behind his name. Also, it made me cry. But that isn't news to you.
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