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A memorial for my dog Fritz
14 years ago
On the 24th of February my beloved Boston Terrier Fritz passed away. I had received the call from my father that morning and have been in mourning since. Many of you may ask me how he died, I will only say he passed away peacefully and is now in a much better place. The following is a memorial to describe who Fritz was.
On my Thirteenth birthday my father gave me a dog collar, telling me that he would be buying me a puppy. Several months later my father told me we were going for a ride. Not knowing what exactly we were doing I got in without any question. We went up to the Lewiston Airport and waited at the baggage pick-up line. I was expecting a relative or friend to be coming and I was to carry the luggage. As I watched and waited for my dad to tell me what to grab a kennel appeared. My dad told me to grab that, I was curious, confused, and excited all at once.
Looking into the kennel, I saw what was and always will be the best looking Boston Terrier there ever was. He just a puppy then, had floppy ears, a curled tail, a pink nose with black spots. He shivered and was nervous and scared (As any puppy who had just been picked up by complete strangers after being taken away from his family and flown miles in the dark) He had his own little blanket and a few toys. One of which was a rubber duck that until just recently was the only toy he never shredded to pieces. He was so adorable, and I loved and still love him now and always will.
I named Fritz after my step dads Wiener dog (Or how ever you spell it) who ironically bit me in the ear but I still loved him. Everyone of my family that saw him instantly loved him too. Me and my father trained him at a local pet training place and he caught on very quick. He learned the basics and that is all I wanted, he was a companion not some dog to put on display. He developed his own trick that made everyone laugh, such as; after taking a bath he would go full throttle running around the house in a circle and sometimes go out his dog door to the back yard. Jumping up and down on the furniture, we believed he was trying to run fast enough to get the water off (Even though we dried him off really well). Most dogs don't like baths just out of spite but Fritz had a better reason. First bath I gave him I accidentally made the water too hot. I felt so bad and made sure not to make the same mistake twice.
He always was able to make me laugh even in the worst of times, one of his best tricks was when we set a orange peel on the floor with the outer skin up. The citrus smell was a bitter smell to him and he clawed at it, circled it, and grabbed it with his teeth and threw it up into the air. His mortal enemies were the broom, mop, and Vacuum, he would try to bite at the wheel of the vacuum trying to immobilize it. The broom he grabbed the bristles and try to tear them apart.
He never liked change, so when new furniture was moved into the house he would bark at it for hours making sure that the thing knew who was in charge. On his first walk he met his first fire Hydrant and instead of marking it he went nuts barking at that too. I laughed hysterically at the scene my dog was making. Fritz was use to only three or so people (Depending on the house) so when more than the usually people entered he would lose his mind for the first few minutes.
He had he routine of cuddling and what not so when things were not in order he would make sure you knew by laying on the floor in front of you with his back turned on you and pretending not to listen (in other words giving you the cold shoulder). When he did something wrong and knew it he would give you the puppy dog eyes and try snuggling to be cute and get himself out of it.
All in all he was a very smart dog, with a surprising vocabulary. He knew the meaning of the words: Bath, Vet, biscuit, walk, and various names of people and his dog friends. He was somewhat spoiled as he had his very own chair in the living room. He managed to go threw over seven pairs of jeans, socks, and several chew toys in his life. He was very obedient and knew the boundaries of the yard. He enjoyed going for family road trips as much as I did. When someone very close was gone longer than he thought they should be he would go to the front window and keep his eye sharp looking for them.
Fritz's biggest achievement for being intelligent is recently before passing away is figuring out how to operate a heating blanket. My dads girlfriend Auna had one of those and always kept it plugged in and laying flat on the couch. Well Fritz might have been color blind as all dogs but he was able to claw at the remote until he saw the light flick on, then he would lay his tummy down on the blanket. It puzzled my dads gf cause she knew she always turned it off, until she finally caught him in the act. When I heard about this I laughed at how shocked she must have been. Of all Fritz's amazing stunts THAT took the cake.
He also had his moments of stupidity but it was hilarious to me even more. The first dog show he watched he saw the dogs go back stage and ran into the front room expecting to find them. He would sometimes just bark at the wind thinking it was someone or something. Also, one time up at my dads girlfriends house, Fritz was up there visiting, Auna's mother had put a tub of butter on the table for a meal. She left for a moment and then when she came back there was Fritz standing on the table licking happily away at the tub. She yelled at him a little trying to make him stop and get down but Fritz only licked faster trying to get as much as he could.
All in all, Fritz was a intelligent, loving, healthy, beautiful dog that loved and was loved by so many. My greatest regret, as I believe is that of any animal owner, is that I did not spend as much time with him or take better care of him as I should have. The thing that burdens my heart even more is that I was not there for him when he passed away. I missed my chance to say goodbye to my loving dog, and I will carry that pain with my for the rest of my life. God forgive me and embrace Fritz with open arms into your kingdom and please be sure to have him well cared for by your angels.
On my Thirteenth birthday my father gave me a dog collar, telling me that he would be buying me a puppy. Several months later my father told me we were going for a ride. Not knowing what exactly we were doing I got in without any question. We went up to the Lewiston Airport and waited at the baggage pick-up line. I was expecting a relative or friend to be coming and I was to carry the luggage. As I watched and waited for my dad to tell me what to grab a kennel appeared. My dad told me to grab that, I was curious, confused, and excited all at once.
Looking into the kennel, I saw what was and always will be the best looking Boston Terrier there ever was. He just a puppy then, had floppy ears, a curled tail, a pink nose with black spots. He shivered and was nervous and scared (As any puppy who had just been picked up by complete strangers after being taken away from his family and flown miles in the dark) He had his own little blanket and a few toys. One of which was a rubber duck that until just recently was the only toy he never shredded to pieces. He was so adorable, and I loved and still love him now and always will.
I named Fritz after my step dads Wiener dog (Or how ever you spell it) who ironically bit me in the ear but I still loved him. Everyone of my family that saw him instantly loved him too. Me and my father trained him at a local pet training place and he caught on very quick. He learned the basics and that is all I wanted, he was a companion not some dog to put on display. He developed his own trick that made everyone laugh, such as; after taking a bath he would go full throttle running around the house in a circle and sometimes go out his dog door to the back yard. Jumping up and down on the furniture, we believed he was trying to run fast enough to get the water off (Even though we dried him off really well). Most dogs don't like baths just out of spite but Fritz had a better reason. First bath I gave him I accidentally made the water too hot. I felt so bad and made sure not to make the same mistake twice.
He always was able to make me laugh even in the worst of times, one of his best tricks was when we set a orange peel on the floor with the outer skin up. The citrus smell was a bitter smell to him and he clawed at it, circled it, and grabbed it with his teeth and threw it up into the air. His mortal enemies were the broom, mop, and Vacuum, he would try to bite at the wheel of the vacuum trying to immobilize it. The broom he grabbed the bristles and try to tear them apart.
He never liked change, so when new furniture was moved into the house he would bark at it for hours making sure that the thing knew who was in charge. On his first walk he met his first fire Hydrant and instead of marking it he went nuts barking at that too. I laughed hysterically at the scene my dog was making. Fritz was use to only three or so people (Depending on the house) so when more than the usually people entered he would lose his mind for the first few minutes.
He had he routine of cuddling and what not so when things were not in order he would make sure you knew by laying on the floor in front of you with his back turned on you and pretending not to listen (in other words giving you the cold shoulder). When he did something wrong and knew it he would give you the puppy dog eyes and try snuggling to be cute and get himself out of it.
All in all he was a very smart dog, with a surprising vocabulary. He knew the meaning of the words: Bath, Vet, biscuit, walk, and various names of people and his dog friends. He was somewhat spoiled as he had his very own chair in the living room. He managed to go threw over seven pairs of jeans, socks, and several chew toys in his life. He was very obedient and knew the boundaries of the yard. He enjoyed going for family road trips as much as I did. When someone very close was gone longer than he thought they should be he would go to the front window and keep his eye sharp looking for them.
Fritz's biggest achievement for being intelligent is recently before passing away is figuring out how to operate a heating blanket. My dads girlfriend Auna had one of those and always kept it plugged in and laying flat on the couch. Well Fritz might have been color blind as all dogs but he was able to claw at the remote until he saw the light flick on, then he would lay his tummy down on the blanket. It puzzled my dads gf cause she knew she always turned it off, until she finally caught him in the act. When I heard about this I laughed at how shocked she must have been. Of all Fritz's amazing stunts THAT took the cake.
He also had his moments of stupidity but it was hilarious to me even more. The first dog show he watched he saw the dogs go back stage and ran into the front room expecting to find them. He would sometimes just bark at the wind thinking it was someone or something. Also, one time up at my dads girlfriends house, Fritz was up there visiting, Auna's mother had put a tub of butter on the table for a meal. She left for a moment and then when she came back there was Fritz standing on the table licking happily away at the tub. She yelled at him a little trying to make him stop and get down but Fritz only licked faster trying to get as much as he could.
All in all, Fritz was a intelligent, loving, healthy, beautiful dog that loved and was loved by so many. My greatest regret, as I believe is that of any animal owner, is that I did not spend as much time with him or take better care of him as I should have. The thing that burdens my heart even more is that I was not there for him when he passed away. I missed my chance to say goodbye to my loving dog, and I will carry that pain with my for the rest of my life. God forgive me and embrace Fritz with open arms into your kingdom and please be sure to have him well cared for by your angels.
Rosewolf
~rosewolf
OP
*Sniffs and buries my head in your chest fur, hugging tightly back* Thank you so much love. It means so much to me that you care, even more so that you are the first to reply to my sorrow. My only thought is, would he still be alive if I took better care of him. Am I a terrible person?
Rosewolf
~rosewolf
OP
*Huggles tighter* Thank you so much baby, you are a fantastic owner yourself ^^ You are always around when your puppy needs you I do remember all those good times I spent with him. But when he needed me I was miles away, and now his last memories will be having all but his owner around to care and love him in his last moments. *Cries in your arms*
