When my husband surprised me with my first Valentine's Day gift, I never thought it would be a puppy. It was as if I was living a movie moment, only five months after we started dating this man knew in his heart he wanted to marry me and spent a good chunk of movie on an adorable puppy.
It started as a bored stop to a pet store, this little cutie was all alone in a glass kennel two rows above his brothers and sisters. I should have known that something was wrong with him then. When my husband finally presented him to me, I was in tears. He was the puppy we had been looking at not but days ago. As promised my husband named him Ducky, after his favorite animal and partly from our inside joke. After a few health scares and some much needed TLC from us, he turned into the best dog a girl could have.
This little face got me through two deployments, two pregnancies, and three moves (one across country). He was my best friend and my first baby (furbabies are babies to). Last month he was diagnosed with canine lymphoma and last week we had to put our baby down. I miss his little feet clacking on the floor and his obsession with me. I pray that he is hanging out with my dad, laying on his lap, waiting for me to arrive in heaven to greet me. We love and miss you little dude.
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