Millie, my baby

I remember when I was little, there was only one thing that I truly loved: dogs. I remember dragging my parents to the nearby pound and after seeing the puppies, my heart would always sink. My scrap book is filled with letters I wrote to my parents with the sentence "I want that dog" at least a million times. Sometimes my parents would even give in and I was able to get a puppy dog for a short time...up until my mom realized we weren't ready to take care of a puppy. However, the millennium started off great when my dad drove the whole family to pick out a golden retriever puppy. We picked out the smallest and lightest of the batch and named her millie (short for millennium...how creative i know). This dog was absolutely perfect. She never had an accident in the house...never bothered anybody. I remember mom putting her in the tiny kennel the first night we got her, just incase she had to use the bathroom. Immediately I snuck out in the middle of the night, took her out, and brought her to bed with me. I was in love. Still am! Sometimes people lose their love once dogs get older, but mine grew. Millie didn't get old and boring, she got cuter and cuter. Such a people dog. My favorite thing about her is when she comes and lays her head on your lap, just letting you know how much she loves you back! I know it's stupid....but I always had this idea that angels could take the form of animals: dogs especially! I think they come and go into peoples lives..making their life just a little bit brighter and a little bit more beautiful. Thinking about the chance of losing my baby, scares me to death. I've never actually been more attached to a pet before. But when I think about how happy she's made me, I think maybe her spirit must move on to make somebody else as happy.