Sierra (The Boxer)

Sierra…baby…Sera Sera…it’s been a whole day without you and we’re still heartbroken, the tears won’t stop. Our hearts hurt for the loss of our baby. We’re just not sure what to do, our world revolved around you. You would of gotten me up early this morning to go potty and expected breakfast and your treats, you’d eat the treats first of course, just as you walked in the door. Maybe you’d go back to bed and snuggle for a bit but you’d soon get restless and be ready for your walk, you always decided when we should get up. When you were younger you’d snuggle under the covers, we’d say they were “puppy lumps” because that’s all you’d see is big lumps of boxers under the covers. We’d get up and you’d need ear rubs, rib rubs and lately neck scratches. We’d head to the living room, I’d put on your harness, you’d lift your feet, you were so smart and helpful like that. I’d give you a hug and kiss and tell you to be careful. Daddy would take you for your walk, you just loved walks, it really was a twice daily requirement. You loved walking without a leash, you were that good. Always watching for cars and getting over if one came our way. Now with you gone these daily activities are no more… no more “meetings” where you’d come in and want pets while we talked business & life. You were always one to take advantage of us just sitting around when we could be giving you love. You were never shy, always social and wanted to say hi to everyone. You loved licking out peanut butter jars, licking out Daddy’s yogurt dish after lunch, eating apples, you ate more fruit than Mommy does…and whipped topping in the can, you knew exactly what that sound was. Same goes for bread, you always needed a taste. You loved Daddy’s “sleepy treats”, his peanut butter cookies, you got one every night when you went to bed. As you got older you hated fireworks and boomers, even on TV, of course Mommy loves all those cop shows with gunfire. I’d have to comfort you and tell you you were ok and just being a silly girl. We’d have Sunday Funday, which basically meant a car ride somewhere, to a local school to play in the sprinklers or to a park to just run around. You were good about car rides when you were younger but not so much as you got older, you’d be pretty stressed about long car rides. You’d always wanted the car window down so you could stick your head out. Your favorite place was the beach, running in the sand, playing and barking at Daddy in the water, we’d always have to tell you not to drink the water. We took you every year to the beach and will continue to do so, we’ll take you one last time to spread your ashes in your happy place. We went on many adventures together, vacations we’ll never forget around Washington, Oregon & California. You were the best hiker and we took advantage of getting away as much as we could.
You were never a barker, which we appreciated, you too liked things quiet and calm, you’d wuff, I always told you you were too cute to be scary. You were the “greeter”, always wanting to say hi to anyone that came over. You allowed hundreds of dogs to stay at your house for Wiggle Butt Sitters, you played with them, showed them how to be good dogs. There was always time for a napper and your puppy snores I’d do anything to hear one last time. You gave as many kisses as we gave you, at times I think you got annoyed with all the love we gave you, we just couldn’t help ourselves. You didn’t care much for rain or a bath for that matter, but loved getting toweled off because you were wet. It made you so soft and snuggly. You had a problem with “slick” floors and overthought how to walk on them, you only had carpet at home. You were a messy eater, must of been those cheekers, food was always falling out on the floor. We had to watch what we said, because you were so smart…you knew ‘ready, do you wanna, treat, walk, ride, go, pets, scratches, meeting, jingles… and so many other words’. You were so independent, we miss hearing you go in and out the doggie door…The pain we feel right now is unbearable, we’re thankful you left on your own time, you really were the boss…and thankful you weren’t in pain.
Our home is empty without you, your presence is here but you are not, I keep expecting you to come in for some pets, looking at your bed thinking you’re taking a napper but your bed is empty, we watch the clock to see if it’s time…time to eat, time for a walk, you’d always let us know what you needed. I think as we figure out our life without you there may be a lot we learned from you and some things we’ll have to continue, Sunday Funday may be out excuse to get out, maybe we’ll continue daily walks in your honor, the beach for sure, you just loved walks on the beach. I hope you’re with Tucker, you’re his sister and he loved you very much…love you baby girl.