Easter Morning

  Easter Morning

Waking up Easter morning you expect to hunt for your Easter basket and eat your candy until you get a belly ache. I never could image what was ahead for me. This particular Easter morning was cold and there was still a lot of snow on the ground, I couldn’t believe it; the last thing I ever imaged on Easter morning was to find my lovely dog of eleven years dead in snow bank because of a jelly bean overdose.

A girl couldn’t have asked for the most perfect puppy as a child, and eleven years later could not have asked for a worse Easter morning. Generally, as a little girl you image having a perfect puppy to dress up and haul around in a baby carriage. When I was 10 years old I was surprised with my puppy, she was a caviler King Charles spaniel and I named her Roxy because she looked like a baby fox when my mom brought her home.

Roxy and I had a special bond, Where ever I would go she would be right there with me. Every little girl in my neighborhood wanted my dog. I taught her all kinds of tricks which she mastered right away, and I would bring her to “show and tell” every chance I got. I had so much love for Roxy it was unbelievable, in a way she was like a sister I never had.

The night before Easter my mother and I would always decorate my little brother’s Easter basket together. My little brother Joey is ten years younger than me so it was fun to watch him hunt for his basket, he would get so excited. I remember Joey being so excited to hunt for his basket , when my mother put him to bed he had the biggest smile while holding his little dinosaur stuffed animal named buddy. My mother put his little Easter pajamas on him so in the morning we could take pictures of him hunting for his basket in his cute little pajamas which had big blue bunnies on them.

My dog Roxy was always hungry for some odd reason. She got fat over the years from all the “good girl” treats I would give her I couldn’t help it! She would beg constantly and get a little feisty over food. I sometimes believe, no I know, she loved food more than me.

Roxy picked up some bad habits such as cruising the house at night looking for food; you could hear her little paws on the kitchen floor every night. My mother always made sure that food was out of her reach or so thought.

while I was lying in bed I heard the little pitter patter of Roxy paws It sounded like my little brother running across the kitchen tile So I would get up to investigate.

“Roxy”, I could call and she would usually come

I called again “Roxy want a good girl treat” she would always come to that.

At first I thought maybe she jumped in bed with my parents but at that moment I heard a little “Yelp”. I couldn’t believe my eyes, Roxy had found my little brothers Easter basket. I was furious!

I yelled “Roxy you really did it this time you’re going to ruin Easter morning”!

It could be seen in Roxy’s big brown eyes that she didn’t feel good. Since Roxy and I had our special bond it was like, I could read her mind I knew what was she was feeling. I thought great, now she’s going to puke all over the floor.

I let her outside to go to the bathroom and hopefully if she did puke it would be out there I woke my mom up and explained that Roxy went and did it again, she found Joey’s Easter basket. My mother woke up in a rage; we had worked on making his basket so cute for him.

She shouted” Where is she?”

I explained, “She’s outside and I’m going back to bed.”

A few hours later I was woken by my mom gently tapping my shoulder and telling not to wake up my brother. She told me to come outside because it was probably the last time I’m going to see my dog.

I ran as fast as could in my pajamas in the dead of night to see Roxy barely breathing and her eyes almost closed. I knew this wasn’t good at all. My parents then rushed her to the vet at 2:00am in the morning while I stayed in bed wondering if she would ever to come home, I was heartbroken.

Roxy never did come home; she died a few hours later at the vet, alone. I wished I could have been there for her I’m sure she was really scared.

Later on, very early in morning, my mom told me not to tell Joey what had happened, it would break his little heart. She explained to me that Roxy had eaten a whole bag of Jellybeans and because she was a diabetic her body couldn’t handle all that sugar. She overdosed on the thing she loved most, food.

That was the worst Easter of my life, my dog died and I had to give my Easter basket to my little brother. To this day my brother believes Roxy ran away with the Easter bunny and lives in a magical place and everything turned out happily ever after.

“Yeah right, I thought to myself.”