|My niece Karen with Babydoll as a puppy|
Okay, okay. I know "Babydoll" is a stupid name but it fit her perfectly. Babydoll was one of two female puppies that was the result of the one and only time Bill and I were going to raise Pomeranian dogs to sell. Oh how foolish we were. We thought we would enjoy the benefits of raising the puppies then sell them. Not to get rich but just for the enjoyment of raising them and finding a good home for them.
Well, the result of the one and only mating between our male Pomeranian Horace and our female Pomeranian T was two pups. They were sold even before they were born. We expected four puppies. What we got was one big pup, which we called Jumbo and a little, tiny, teeny pup which we called Babydoll.
Babydoll came out with a bad temper. She was a crazy dog. But oh how we loved her. We felt very protective towards her because she had to compete with her much bigger sister Jumbo when it came to feeding time with mom. Jumbo lived in fear of Babydoll.
Thus when they were both eight weeks old we were distraught that we had to deliver both of them to their new owners. I tried to talk the buyers out of their purchase but they would have none of it.
Two weeks after delivery of the pups to their new owners, one owner called me and asked me if I would like to have the pup back. It was Babydoll. Of course we would take her back.
Thus Babydoll enjoyed eleven very happy years with us; her mom and her pop. Unfortunately, she died before either her mom or pop. Her mother lived until she was fourteen years old and her father lived until we was sixteen years old. We always felt like Babydoll got the short end of the deal.
Babydoll is the first living thing that caused me a great heartbreak when she died. I never knew such pain could exist when someone or something you loved could die.
Babydoll died in 1994. She is the reason we have never got another dog. Bill still isn't over her loss. Bill said he wouldn't survive another loss like the one we did with Babydoll.
Going through my old pictures tonight (I was actually looking for one of me by the bed I shared with my two brothers taken when I was eleven years old - I was going to write a blog post on why I always sleep alone now after spending years sharing a bed with my two brothers), I came across this picture of me playing with Babydoll. This is why I have pictures, they bring back a lot of happy memories.
Someday Babydoll, we'll be together again.