A True Best friend

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A True Bestfriend

Losing a loved one is never an easy feat. When you both are so close and intertwined together nothing can impede the bond that you both have manifested throughout the years. The love that I have for my German Shepherd will never fade, no matter what. The cherished memories that I have will always keep him at my side, watching and protecting me as if he never left. He was never a pet, not even for a second. This dog is the true meaning of family. His love was unconditional, and will always stay in my families hearts.

In the mornings I gradually find myself waking up to my 70 Pound friend lying right in front of the two doorways that lead to me and my sisters bedrooms. As if on watch guard duty to protect us both from any weary bumps in the night. Once I open my door I glance down to find these excited eyes gazing up at me, in a stare that is waiting to be acknowledged and loved for his good deeds. Jumping up and out of his place to greet me no matter the mood I was in. I would always look to Bosco when I needed to release the tension I had from the day. He always could put me in a better mood. From playing around or sitting and confining my problems I had into his large bugs bunny like ears.

We first got Bosco when I was 9. He was a couple months old when we brought him back from Tulley’s Kennel. These moose sized feet for a puppy at his age, with large rabbit like ears to match. Filled with so much energy and curiosity you would think he was a 4 year old kid. Not minding and always looking for trouble. We both grew up together, we were like pups. Hardly trained and still learning to mind. Both full of energy and curiosity that seemed to only increase by day. Outside constantly playing tag and hide and seek. He would chase me down and give me a small nip. After that he would take off running knowing it was his turn to run. Hide and seek was always one sided. I would run away and hide in the yard until he came and found me. His nose being locked onto my scent and me being the target. I didn't stand a chance against his blood hound like nose.

As I grew older I gained more responsibilities like school and having a job. It took our time together and cut it in half. We both were aging. Bosco was growing a lot older than I was. His body was taking a toll on the amount of things he could do. He could still play just gradually less and less each time. No matter the condition he was in, he would always struggle to get up and chase after me in the yard. Later on we realised he was starting to get hip Dysplasia. This never took the drive he had in him, when it came to playing with me and my sister. He was still the same friend I grew up with all them years. Bosco just wasn't as young as he thought he was.

He got to the point where everything was almost impossible for him to do. He could barely walk anymore and hardly eating anything that we gave him. It was nearing his time and we all knew it was bound to happen. We all started spending more time with him. Trying to give him some happiness before we had to go and put him down.. It was the only way to ease his pain and help him finally be relieved of it all. No more suffering, none of us could bare to stand around and watch someone who was so close to all of our hearts go through that.

My parents and I finally went to the vet to see if we could do anything to help him. But as we figured there wasn't anything we could do but put him to rest. As we sat in the office room we all gave Bosco our goodbyes. As tearful as they were we knew that it was the best thing for him. After the vet took him away for the final time so much pain ran through my mind and heart. I was not only losing my best friend, but also a part of my family.

Not a day goes by that he doesn't cross my mind. Flooded thoughts or memories about him always tear me up inside. He was a true best friend to me and I was in return. The love I have for him will never cease to exist. The memories will always be with me in the times I need him the most. I never seen him as a dog and definitely never a pet, always family. Bosco will stay in the hearts of all of the people in my family. I will always think of him laying next to me wherever I go, protecting me from bad decisions and things looking to do me harm.