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This was my first dog I ever had. I have not had one since because I realize now that if I ever get another,I will have to be home from work and be with it. They are so much like babies and need our attention. When PD posted her contest on a poems that we wrote while crying, this is the only one I could remember like that. However, the part of the poem where I cried the hardest is vanished. I searched my house last night and could not find the first page. This is the ending of it, which I found on page 2.
That dog loved me so much. That first page described all his endearing qualities I was going to miss by giving him up. He was miniature Eskimo, and I'd gotten him from a stranger when he was a year old. I discovered later, to my chagrin, even though Ollyver was neutered, he was constantly marking his territory. Gradually I noticed stains in the corners of my house where he was doing this when we were not watching. We could not train him to stop. I tried so many things to curtail it. I even called in a trainer to come to my house to at least get him to let us know when he needed to go outside, but it was to no avail. I would leave him in a crate when I went to work because I couldn't bear to put him out in the cold. My husband finally said, "Enough is enough" and we gave him up. The new owner, however, brought him right back to us a day later. Joe saw the great joy in me and decided we could keep him; however, we finally did give him up to Pet Smart, a pet products store that also does adoptions. They said they had a "no kill" policy. I know he finally died. He was already 11 when we gave him up. He actually appeared to me in a dream. But that's another story!