There are many things I regret in my life and many things I blame myself for happening; the story of Lexi is no exception, and she will always hold a special place in my heart.
In late May of 2017 my family decided they wanted to welcome another dog into our home. We had always got our dogs from breeders, however this time we decided we would rescue one. It only took a few days before we found an absolutely stunning puppy; her name was Frankie and she was a little brown Kelpie mix. She was going to be at an adoption day in early June, so we decided we’d go and meet her.
When we arrived to the adoption day my father and I had to put our names down on a list; it was a waiting list to meet Frankie (there was a list for every dog available). We were probably the fifth ones to put our name down, so we knew we’d be waiting a while and if someone before us was deemed as a good match and decided to take Frankie then we wouldn’t even be given the chance to meet Frankie.
Frankie ended up being adopted before we could meet her, and my father and I were honestly pretty upset over it. We were going to leave when another pup entered the store for the adoption day. Immediately she came to us with a wagging tail and a curious attitude. Her name was Star and she was a Bull Arab and she was adorable. We decided to put our names down for her and we were the first ones. Within minutes of talking to her foster parents they asked us if we’d like to take her; we immediately said yes.
We renamed her Lexi.
Lexi was the light in my darkness; between her and my beloved cat, I always had something to smile about. They both gave me so much joy no matter how bad a day I had. I’d like to think that Lexi was my dog, even though, in the end, I let her down.
Lexi would come to work with me when I was a dog grooming assistant and everyone there loved her. She’d just run around the salon with the other dogs, get free baths, hang out with the other workers and would soak up all the attention. At home she’d constantly cuddle up with me, join me in bed, join me in the shower, join me everywhere. I loved going for runs with her; I didn’t even have to teach her to be off leash, the first time I tried her she stuck by my side and did so every time (except when she’d occasionally crack it, give up with our walk/run and find a bench to lay on).
Lexi had a lot of energy; after all she was a puppy, but my family didn’t like it. She got into a lot of mischief and would always chew things, destroy things, dig holes and she had a habit of nipping at my younger brothers (though they did rough her around a lot and would wind her up). Unfortunately I was extremely busy with my last year of school, had work and had a lot of emotional turmoil going on and didn’t spare as much time as I wish I had with getting her out of these habits – nor did anyone else.
A few months went by and my family had enough, they hadn’t given her a chance by training her any different and decided to get rid of her. My opinions on the matter fell on deaf ears.
Lexi was given away, and I never heard from the family that took her. I miss her every day. I wish I fought harder for her. I wish I had spent more time with her. I’m sorry, Lexi; I hope wherever you are you’re being treated like the Queen you are. I miss you and I love you.
Thank you Hayley for gifting me this beautiful girl; it means a lot to have something to remind me of my little girl.