Bridgette was the first dog I've ever had. She was a black and tan miniature dachshund. I got her as a Christmas gift from my mom and grandmother when I was a kid. It was the best Christmas gift I have ever gotten. I remember how happy I was when they brought a travel carrier into the living room and out scampered a dachshund puppy with a collar on. She had a unique birthmark which was an inverted breastbone that pointed outwards.
She was intended to be shared between my sister and I but she became more of my dog after a while. Bridgette and I would always go outside and play together. She'd follow me when I would walk down to the pond behind my house and we'd have all sorts of adventures together (even one time almost accidentally stepping on a water moccasin snake haha).
She'd always dig holes in the yard, chew stuff up like my stuffed animals and bed sheets, and she'd play fetch with her tennis ball. She was a good dog for the most part, but she'd get aggressive with strangers and would sometimes bite.
Bridgette and I grew up together. Even celebrated birthdays together (she and I were both born in October). She is the main reason why I like/obsess over dachshunds so much. Because she was my first dog and I collect merch in the memory of her. We were like Ash and Pikachu we were so close. I always wanted to bring her with me wherever I went and if I couldn't bring her, I'd pitch a fit about it.
She died in 2007. I was a junior in high school. I came home one day to find my mom sitting outside crying. I was alarmed and asked what was wrong. She told me that Bridgette is dead. That she had gotten out and somehow managed to make her way to the other side of town where she was struck and killed instantly by a car. Head trauma is what she died from.
I was devastated and in shock. I was so shocked I couldn't cry immediately. She was buried not too far from where my bedroom is. She was wrapped in a blanket from her dog bed and buried with her beloved tennis balls and some toys. I even made a makeshift grave marker for her. I even kept (and still to this day still have) the last thing she was playing with, which was a huge rawhide bone I had spoiled her with. I have it double wrapped in some plastic Wal-Mart bags and it hides in my closet. Call me insane but I will never throw that away. A memento of a friend long gone.
I still miss her so much. I miss my dog. I miss my friend. I miss the thing that gave me a reason to smile while I was being tormented in high school. I miss her so much that I couldn't bring myself to adopt another black and tan or another female dachshund (my two doxies currently are boys).
I hope I can see you again someday. I hope wherever you are, whatever you're doing, that you are happy and peaceful. I love you so much and I miss you so much too.
Bridgette wasn't just a dog to me. She was my best friend.
I understand how you feel. I had a pregnant rabbit once and after she gave birth she kicked the babies out of the nest box. My mom was yelling at me to come outside and when I did, she was holding a baby rabbit that my dog had brought to her. My dog nicked ( sorry if I didn't spell it right ) the bunnies tummy so it's innards were exposed. While my mom put the poor baby out of its misery, I went to the hutch to check to see if any other babies had fallen out. I saw an elongated one in the nest box, which is probably why the mom kicked the rest out, and I took it out. My mom started yelling at me again and I quickly ran over to find that my dog had another baby bunny in her mouth. I angrily told her to drop it and she did. I picked the baby up and checked him to make sure he was still alive. He was but he had been nicked ( again sorry ) on his neck. I gave my mom the other dead baby and I took the live one in. I cared for the baby bunny for about two weeks. I know his ears were starting to open cause I would call his name, Twitch, and he would wiggle his way to me. But one morning he was sorta squeaking at me, which meant he wanted food, so I went into my mom and dad's room to let my mom know that I was gonna feed him. That was a big mistake. I got a little milk in his nose and for a day or two his chest would make a popping noise. I knew he would be leaving me soon. The night before my family was scheduled to go camping I snuggled him and said my goodbyes cause I knew he was gonna go to a better place. I fell asleep soon after I put him to bed. In the morning I found him stretched out a bit and his mouth was open a bit wide. I felt so bad.. I should have waited for my mom to wake up and help me feed him.. Even though he was a baby he was my best friend. He went everywhere with me. I buried him in my flowerbed an hour before we left. But before I buried him I opened his eyes which should have opened only a day after he passed. I can't even really describe what his eye color was.. It was a beautiful mix of orange, yellow, and red. His eyes were like the color of fire. I had never seen anything like it before. Since then I haven't really talked to anyone and I got rid of all my rabbits but soon got a new one. Who soon became my best friend that I will never forget. But that story is for another time.
I understand how you feel. I had a pregnant rabbit once and after she gave birth she kicked the babi
