by M. Page
What can I say about Lobo? How can I begin his story that began on a cold December night 16 1/2 years ago?
He was brought to my front door around 8:00. He was a scraggly looking 3 month old pomeranian. I wasn't sure I wanted him. But my stepson said take him. And so began our journey that went through the end of my twenties, all of my thirties, and till my age of 45. He was my best friend through it all.
He was there in the mornings when I got up to work out in our gym, at my feet loyaly all day with a smile on his face, till I went to bed at night. If I was hurting, he was there. When I left the house, I came back to see him waiting at the top of the steps, wagging his tail with a hello. And he loved to open up his Christmas presents every Christmas morning.
His love to me was always unconditional. He forgave my bad moods, stuck with me through the bad times. My tubal pregnancy, surgeries, and a broken leg, never did he leave my side.
But, time took its toll on my best friend. He started to walk around with his little tail down, he would limp down the stairs, would sleep most of the day. His worst were the accidents that he couldn't help. I saw in his eyes the misery he was in.
I put it off as long as I could, but knew that the time had come to say goodbye. So, with my husband holding my hand, it took us both to do what I had thought was the impossible.
I gave Lobo a sedative to relax him, and the vet gave him a shot to make him fall to sleep. Then he was given the shot that let him go to Jesus' arms to hold for me till I get there.
He was so peaceful. And I hope he knows how much he was loved. Goodbye old friend. I will never forget you. Please don't forget me.