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viewtopic.php?f=51&t=108593&p=1445554#p1445373Pwolf wrote:I hate it when someone IMs, txts, or e-mails me saying something along the lines of, "What happened to so and so?!" Assuming I know what happened and then doesn't reply to me when I ask "what do you mean?"
Now I get to worryingly wait for some potentially bad news :\
I found out tonight that my Great Aunt's dog, Sunny, passed away this past Wednesday. I had known she wasn't doing well so when my sister txt'd me asking what had happened the other day (and never really told me what she had heard), I assumed the worst. When I entered my Aunt's house, I noticed the dog bed had been removed and I then knew exactly what had happened.
My Great Aunt and Uncle have been a huge part of my life ever since my mother moved us out to California. Sunny has been part of their family and mine for the last 11 years. She was the sweetest dog I had ever known. She loved the attention she received when everyone visited for all the major holidays and even the Superbowl. She is always the first one to greet you when you enter the house. Family and friends from all over knew who she was and gave her a big hug and a scratch when they saw her. I had invited my good friend and fellow editor DWChang to one of my Uncle's Superbowl parties one year and almost every time we chat he mentions "Sunny the fatty".
Every Sunday for the last 4 years I have been having dinner at my Aunt's. Sunny would sit at the end of the table waiting for us all to finish so she can lick the plates clean. We even joked that she cleaned them so well, you could throw them back into the cupboard. After dinner, we would all watch TV and she would lay down in her bed just below the TV just so we all knew she was there. If the cat decided to rub up against her, she would give her a big lick and Lucy would run off wondering what the hell just happened. She would never bark unless told. If she wanted to go outside she would patiently stand next to the door waiting for someone to notice her. If she was outside, she would do the same and then we'd all feel bad for forgetting she was out there. Sometimes, during one of the big holiday dinners, everyone would be chatting it up and we'd all go silent and laugh after hearing a loud squeak coming from one end of the table. It was Sunny, playing with her rubber chicken.
Sunny lit up our lives like no other pet has and she will be missed very much.
R.I.P buddy.


