Pixie

 I'm already tearing up and I haven't even started writing.  Last week we lost Pixie.  After shampooing carpets and cleaning the house very thoroughly and cleaning up mainly dog hair in the process, I vowed that we will no longer have any pets living in our house.  So since mid June Rocky and Pixie have been living outside.

  I would always get nervous the first couple of nights because where we live there is an abundance of coyotes that our neighbors have seen, they've even seen them walking in our back yard. But Rocky is a pretty good guard dog, so I didn't think anything of it. 

 During the day they may wander around our house but even after talking to our neighbors they said they never saw Rocky or Pixie venture into their yards, they always stayed close to the house.  One of our neighbors have several smaller dogs and I know Pixie tended to hang out with them more while Rocky laid out on our front porch.  There had been several times where I would come home at lunch or at the end of the day and she would come running up to the house from the brush.

 One day after coming home from lunch I noticed that Pixie didn't come running up to my car to greet me, which she always does.  When we didn't see her by that evening we knew something probably happened, but honestly I think I was in denial.  Rocky did the exact same thing one time.  He was missing for an entire day and then just showed back up at the house covered in mud.  I just find it strange that something happened to her in the middle of the day.  I saw her that morning but that was it. 

 After a few days had gone by Korbyn started asking questions.  I would tell her that Pixie is no longer here, that she's with Jesus in heaven.  Her response was "No!  I don't want her with Jesus, I want her here with me!"  The other night I teared up because we were feeding Rocky and she asked why we weren't putting food out for Pixie and again, I told her that Pixie isn't with us anymore.  She said "dat's ok mommy, I'll put my hand over my mouf and call real loud and then she'll hear me and she'll come home."  And then proceeded to stand on our front porch and yell her name.  Another time she asked if we could get in the car and go look for her because that's what memaw and papaw Doug do when Doc wanders down the street.

 I think the hardest part about the whole thing is not knowing what happened to her, she just disappeared.  Honestly, my hope would be that someone picked her up because she was so darn loveable and she's being taken care of...but I know that's probably wishful thinking.

 I didn't grow up with dogs or cats, all I had was a goldfish that lived for like nine years!  Pixie was my very first dog.  I bought her with my own money (actually made payments to my cousin because I was broke right out of college) and she was all mine.  She even slept in the bed with Colton and I after we got married, she was our first baby.  And I have to brag on her, because for a Yorkie she was very well-behaved and house trained so easily.  She was so lovey and always loved attention and affection but wouldn't bother you if you didn't give it to her when she wanted it.  She was also so good with Korbyn, from the minute we brought her home.  Pixie actually became more of Korbyn's protector than Rocky.

 I never knew that losing a pet could be that hard, but I guess when you live with something for almost five years they tend to grow on you. 

 We love you Pixie!