So Ill start at the beginning....when I was 7 years old I was living with my grandparents. My dad was a truck driver and was there only on weekends. I was taken away from my real family at 4 years old and was put into my half brothers dads house but then got stuck with his parents..well the summer when I was 7 years old, my grandparents had their friends bring over the red miniature pincher puppy. My grandparents bred the dogs and wanted a new color for their babies. Im not joking about this and am currently crying while typing this but this little girl was brought to the house and the moment she was let in that door she came bounding up to me when I was sitting on the floor. She had knocked me over and was attacking my face with kisses. Well my grandparents bought her on the spot and I was so happy. After being taken away from your parents so young of course one will get depressed, but this girl didnt judge me she listened to me talk to her every night. She would sleep in my room every night right next to me. She would lay on her back with her legs in the air and her head on my arm. She followed me every where. She would follow me to the gate when I left for school and when I came back she would always be there. When I did leave I would always go to my best friends house across the street and I would always look out and she would be sleeping in the yard or sitting next to the fence watching her house. She would whine everyday if I walked past her and didnt say I love you or hello. She was the greatest dog ever, she wouldnt let other dogs near me if they started growling, she would always push up under my arm when I was sad, she licked the tears away when I cried. After a year or two she got pregnant, when we came home once we couldnt find her at all she wouldnt even come out to my voice well we finally found her in a drawer under the couch haha. When my dad decided to quit the road and work for the railroad we moved with his girlfriend to another town. My grandparents accepted that she was mine and let me bring her with us. I was 10 when we moved and when we got there Ruthie never left my side once. I even took her to my friends houses. This dog was my best friend the only friend I had ever trusted and told my secrets to. Well my dads girlfriend didnt like the fact that she barked at strangers walking by the house, and we lived across from a college so there was always someone walking by. They made me keep Ruthie back at my grandparents house back in my home town. That made it so hard for me to focus on school work and important things. Every chance I got I would go check on her and spend the day with her. Then one day I got a haircut and went to go show Ruthie and see how she was doing, I was 13 at this time. Well my grandparents werent home but I went in after noticing she didnt come out to me when I called her name. I went inside and was frantically calling her name and got no little wet kisses or a whine in return. The only thing I found was a new australian shepard puppy.....my grandparents had sold my dog and got themselves a new one......well I tracked down the new owner and still went and visited her quite a bit. She had a couple more litters of puppies and I always got updates on her through email...About a month ago, I got an email from the guy and the subject read Im so sorry...I read it and my heart sank....Ruthie passed due to old age...she lived 14 years...but right before she passed she ran away to my grandparents house across town....my grandparents were on vacation so they didnt know. I have to keep pausing through this thing....I havent cried this much in a long time. As soon as I move here this month I plan on getting another red min pin in memory of Roo Bear....I still cant believe this happened
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