I remember when I first got Sox. I was only around 8 years old, and my first dog (Sox the first) had been in an accident and passed. My grandma took myself and my cousin out to look for a new dog. We ended up at PetSmart. I remember looking around and my Grandma pointed Sox out to me. At first I wasn't sure if I wanted her because I thought she was going to grow up into a big dog. My grandma said if you don't want her then we'll just leave, and I couldn't leave her. I remember looking into the cage and she was with two other dogs who were playing and Sox was sitting quietly looking very timid in the back corner. We took Sox to see my Mom and Dad at their places of work to see if they would give the o.k. and they did. So my Grandma got me my second puppy.
Sox wasn't exactly a puppy, she was probably about a year or two already. I couldn't decided on what to name her. She was black and white just like my other dog, and the name Oreo came to mind. After a while it just didn't fit. So what better for a dog who had four little white paws than to name her Sox....the second. Either I lacked in creativity or it was just suiting.
When Sox first came home I remember we all thought something was wrong with her because she would just sit on the step in our house and stare. Needless to say, it creeped us out a little bit haha. But after a while she got used to us and well...she became the Sox we all know and love.
I've had Sox for more than half my life. She was there for everything and I basically grew up with her. I mean I was only 8 and I'm now 22. It's a large amount of time. So it's hard to imagine the rest of my days without her. I still think she's here. Right now it's like she's sleeping under my bed like she always did when it was bedtime. When I wake up, I expect her to be laying in the most random spot on my floor, and following me to the bathroom. I expect her to run down the hall before me and head to the kitchen because she knew I was going to make my breakfast for the morning. And when I come home I expect her to be waiting for me with the other two dogs on the otherside of the door when I walk in. When I sit in the computer room I still think she's under the computer desk sleeping, or when I eat at the table she'll be by my side begging for something to drop. That persistent dog who could sit under a cutting board for hours patiently waiting for something to fall from the sky. I'll miss that.
I'll miss a lot of things about her. I'll miss how happy she would be when we'd say "Walk walk" because she loved walks. I so much wish that I had taken her to the beach more because she absolutely loved it. She was a beach dog and I know she's a dog, but sometimes you can just see it in their face that they're loving what they're doing.
I guess the house seems quieter now without her barking at random things that she'd hear. And I don't hear her dragging her paws on our new wood floor in the house. There will be no more tedious hair cuts or baths for her. And I won't see her slipping and sliding everywhere after her bath. She may not have liked to cuddle and was a more independent kind of dog, but she was the best dog. She was my four legged best friend who has always been here and there for me through everything. It's hard knowing that when I wake up in the morning, I won't find her anywhere. So maybe for some you can't understand what it's like, and it may sound completely silly that I write this about a dog. But to me Sox wasn't just my dog, she was a companion, best friend, and everything that that little 8 year old girl could have asked for.
May she Rest In Peace...and hey All Dogs go to Heaven right....but Sox...stay out of the garbage!!! :p
'94/'95 - 9/3/09
