RIP Sheila

Today has been kind of  hard for me, I lost one of my best friends after about six years the best friendships I have ever had. My dog Sheila died today after getting hit by a car just on the main road from our house. I wasn't there to  witness the death because I am  at college, but I am really sad that I lost her. She was my best friend and absolutely amazing, she was always there for me and such a wonderful companion and little bugger.

I loved he from the day that I met her, I was the one that brought her home from when I worked as a landscaper back in Georgia. She was just a little puppy then and absolutely adorable, I have always had a soft spot for animals, and she just stole my  heart away the instant that I laid eyes on her. I got her for free from this family whose dog had just given birth to a litter of puppies and the couldn't keep them all. I knew that my  parents weren't animal people, but I figured that it was better to  ask for forgiveness rather than permission at that point. I had always wanted a dog and I thought that it would be the perfect opportunity to actually get a dog.

I brought her home with me after work and my mom was furious, I can still remember her face contorted into an angry brow and all she could say was “No” over and over again. I really wanted my dog and convinced my parents to let her stay until I could find her a decent home. My  mother’s heart was eventually softened when the poor little puppy walked around my foyer and just collapsed on the tile flooring. She was so cute and my mom agreed that she could stay, if only temporarily. I was so ecstatic because I  had managed to  get a dog into my home for the first time in a long time.

We kept her for a few days and my parents kept telling me that I couldn't name the dog because we were not going to keep her, I really wanted to  keep and eventually I broke my parents down and we finally got to name the little Australian Shepard. I don’t remember the exact circumstances as to why we decided that we were going out to eat, but that night we went to Outback Steak House. We were celebrating something as a family and the main thing on my sibling’s and my mind was what to name the dog. Picking out a name, even for a dog can be a tricky business, so we heatedly debated about what it was that we wanted to name her.  Our answer came when I went to  the bathroom. For those of you who don’t know the bathrooms of Outback Steak  House have slang terms written on them from Australia. Blokes for guys and Sheila for girls, when I saw that I knew instantly that I had a name for my  dog. She was going to  be called Sheila.

She turned out to  be an amazing dog and I  have so many  memories of her. She loved to play catch and she was a little stinker. She would often times do something that she knew was wrong and in the end feel really bad about it. So she would punish herself by sitting by the garage door until we would open it so she could go into timeout in her kennel. She was awesome, and I am truly going to miss her. It’s quite sad that I  won’t be seeing her again, but I know that I will see her in heaven.