When I was little I loved animals. Although most children have pets,
I could not convince my parents into allowing me to have one until my pre teens.
I could not have been happier the day my family went to the pound and I picked
out my dog Skippy. Skippy loved to run and he was loyal to me and I will never
forget the day I lost him.
My mom and I would take Skippy for a run after school some times. We
drove down Parker Rd. to an undeveloped neighborhood with a street that
resembled a quarter mile race track. As we neared the ghostly street my dog
would pace frantically almost unable to contain his enthusiasm. Once we let him
out my mom drove around the street three or four times as Skippy chased us
like a Gray hound chasing the rabbit at a race track.
One time my mom took Skippy along to Golden on one of her visits to her
chiropractor. He ran his business out of his house that sat on a fairly large
piece of land. My mom felt it would be OK to let Skippy run around the
chiropractors land while she took her appointment. Later that evening my mom
came to pick me up at my friend's house. When I got in the truck she told me
Skippy never came back after her appointment. As we drove back to Golden to see
if my dog returned I remember thinking I would trade anything if I could only
have my dog back. As we neared the house I saw Skippy in our head lights waging
his tail like an angel.
When my parents decided to get divorced they wanted to sell our house
and move to separate apartments. I didn't think about...