Onyx is in Doggy Heaven.

Onyx

Age 11, September 23, 2009 - October 06, 2010

ONYX MCGLOTHLIN "LITTLE BUBBY" 9/23/2009--10/06/2010 MOMMA WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU!!

Nickname: Little Bubby

I ADOPTED ONYX ON 9/23/2009 AND I SADLY LOST HER 10/06/2011. LIFE HAS NOT BEEN THE SAME WITHOUT HER. EVEN HER FELINE SISTER, SUGAR HAS MISSED HER SO VERY MUCH!! WE BOTH HAVE CRIED AND WOULD LOVE TO HAVE HER BACK IN OUR LIVES TODAY BUT WE KNOW THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE.

THE DAY THAT SHE PASSED AWAY I TOOK HER PICTURE OF HER IN HER PUMPKIN COSTUME FOR HALLOWEEN AND SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY PLAYING WITH HER. I WILL ALWAYS CHERISH THAT DAY AND I KNOW SHE REMEMBERS THAT DAY OF WHAT FUN WE HAD!!

THE DAY AFTER SHE PASSED AWAY I WROTE THIS POEM ABOUT ONYX AND I HOPE THAT YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT. I DREAMED ABOUT HER AND WROTE IT DOWN FROM THE DREAM!!

BE SURE YOU HAVE A BOX OF KLEENEX OPEN BECAUSE I BELIEVE YOU WILL NEED THEM!

ONYX
It was a warm day.
She got out of her cage.
She knew how to stay.
She even knew how to lay.
She loved life. She was so happy and gay.

We had fun and played.
She sat in her chair, let me brush her hair.
I took her picture. She looked into the
camera with that sweet stare.
She showed off her new pumpkin wear.

I put her away, and told her to stay.
I went to go eat lunch, and then I got her out
again to play.

She started to run and play.
She went down the road and got hit that day.
When I saw her, all she could do was lay.
While I wiped tears away and began to pray.

Gasping for air and in so much pain.
I knew if she survived she would be lame.
I grabbed hold of her and told her that
everything was going to be okay.

We went to the vet.
The doctor said, “I’m so sorry about your pet.”
No one knows the guilt I felt.
She said that Onyx was looking for me.
My best friend, thrashing and seizuring,
Preparing to flee….
To a peaceful place with Thee.

I walked in the room—it was like the first time we met.
Her eyes once again in sadness set.
Her future uncertain, hope was recessed.
She began to sigh and groan and moan.
It was a sad sight.
She wanted to live, but she couldn’t fight, didn’t even bite.

I told her to have a good sleep and “Good Night.”
I stroked and talked to her as she was gasping for air.
It took all her strength to lift up her head to my hair.

All I could think of, was how this is not fair.
It was all I could bare, to see her with glassy eyes—
An empty stare.

I told her I was sorry and I love you.
You won’t be forgotten.
She passed on. I know she is better off.
But, I sure do miss my dog.

Onyx

May God Bless her little happy and cheerful heart and until we meet again "Little Bubby" GOOD NIGHT!!

May God Bless

Heather McG.