As many of you know, I lost my dog Clooney right before the holidays. I had hoped to finish the story below before I had to have him put down but, sadly, never did. Here's a tribute to my difficult but beautiful baby boy. The Lemon I should have known the adorable 8-pound Shih Tzu was going to be trouble as soon as I got into the car to take him home from the breeder. He panted incessantly through the whole car ride home. “He’s just nervous,” I told my aunt and uncle who had accompanied me to pick up the dog. “I’m sure he’ll calm down once I get him to my apartment.” They had been a little more suspect. Apparently, I had been too smitten with the eight-pound top-knotted red-and-white fluff ball the breeder had put in my arms to notice their home was decorated both inside and out with Shih Tzu paraphernalia. “There’s no way a healthy dog comes out of that place,” my uncle told me. The dog, who has been named Mikey but I now dubbed Clooney after my celebrity crush, continued panting through the night.
Thanks Patsy. I hope you and John are well. I’d love to catch up with you two soon. Maybe Zoom?
So sorry for the loss of your little one.
What a beautiful tribute to Clooney. Your description was just perfect💕
Barbara was right. You were meant to be his mother. xo
so sorry for the loss of your sweet little dog...but what a lovely tribute you have written.