Wish 8: Dog Heaven
This is for my daughter.
When she turned four, we took on a mangy Pekingese that was rescued from a highway on a rainy night. The dog responded to the name Chickey.
Chickey had a serial number branded in her ear. Based on that we found out that she was already 8 years old, and was up to date in her shots. However, over time, we discovered things from her past. She knew a lot of tricks, and she could still learn new ones.
She could bark and sit and approach on verbal and hand commands. My daughter never tired of calling our attention to her tricks. She grew up knowing only this pet as her own.
Then Chickey grew old. When she was 16, Chickey's health deteriorated. She couldn't climb the stairs anymore. Then she lost her hearing. She obeyed commands by looking at the hand gestures. Shouting could not get her attention.
One day, she started bumping into walls. She was blind. Before this gets more depressing, let me just say that we enjoyed one more Christmas with Chickey, who loved to be swaddled in a blanket. When she passed away last January, my daughter cried for days.
My daughter's wish, like any dog lover who has had a good dog will wish, is that there is a Dog Heaven.
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