Saying Goodbye to Wiggles

I said goodbye to the best friend I had. For the past 12 years my dog, wiggles, has loved me unconditionally.  She started as a temporary guest in my house, and became my world.  She always kept me guessing what next. She basically was a very well-behaved dog.  As a puppy not so much.  She was probably 7 or 8 before i could throw a q-tip in the bathroom trash.  She would tear the cotton off in tiny pieces all over the house.  I called her breed a “Pooter” 1/2 Toy Poodle and 1/2 Miniature Terrier.  She was literally that the front half had terrier hair and the back part poodle, a grooming nightmare.  When she was about 2 years old, she was playing with my mom’s Shepard running around in the yard.  When I called her in i noticed something was wrong with her eye.  The vet said she had hit something hard enough to knock her eye out.  He put it back in but it had been out for a while and she could only see shadows from that point on.  This never stopped her.  She was the definition of determination.  No matter how may times she was punished for getting in the trash it was worth it to her.  To this day I have no idea how at 3 1/2 pounds she managed to get a full bag of trash on the couch to tear it up.  When we moved to Indiana I spent a lot of time alone.  She was always there.  I would carry on conversations with her and she listened and would answer in her own way.  My boyfriend joked before she died she was going to talk back to me.  That never happened.  For about two months i was struggling with the decision of whether to have her put to sleep. She had lost the vision in her other eye and was starting to get disoriented.  One morning I woke up to her crying.  She had a stroke or something and could not stand.  I called my boyfriend and he came over.  This was the Saturday after Thanksgiving and No vets could be contacted in our small town.  We laid in bed together for about an hour with me petting her and telling her how much I loved her.  Then I left the room, and he wrapped her up and took her outside.  I still hear her tapping her nails on the kitchen floor and have had to stop typing a few times to clear my eyes.  I miss her and there will never be another like her.  I lay a McDonald’s french fry  on her grave when i have one. That was her favorite thing in the world.  Goodbye Baby Girl.