Saying Goodbye, Harder Said then Done 3


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Today, was the final day for my bestfriend, Bobbi. He has been our family dog since I was 12 years old and this summer was a hard one on the old man. At 16 years old, he finally lived his final day and let’s just say, it was hard saying goodbye to him.

Growing up, he was my best friend. He was always my buddy through adolescents, break ups and the nights where Hubby’s gone and I didn’t want to feel alone. He would gladly sit and eat a whole bag of chips with me. Enjoy some of the sappiest movies around and cuddle up in every blanket in sight while lying on the couch he technically wasn’t suppose to be on. Even though he was technically my parents dog, ever since I was 12 I claimed him as mine since they did get him the day before my birthday.

He helped me get through many hardships throughout our lives and was always a great friend. No matter how hard life got, he was always there to trip you, sneeze on you and rub all his drool all over you. He would moan until you’d be peeing yourself laughing at his hysterical ‘I’m lovin this’ moans. He would lick the floors after just being washed and run through every area that has just been sprayed with air freshener.

Over the past year, he started getting really ‘old’. Before, he always had that puppy look in his face. Would out bounce Tigger and do anything for a cookie. The past few weeks, he didn’t even bother for those delicious cookies knowing he’d just end up feeling yucky afterwards. Not only was he deaf, but he was completely blind in one eye and the other was on its way. I felt he developed cancer in his digestive tract as well, but we weren’t going to have the vet poke and prod knowing in the end today was his final day. No more pain for the old man.

I remember the days of him as a pup, going out on the cold winter evenings to do my paper route with me cuddled up inside my paper bag in his little lamb skin sweater. He went everywhere I went growing up, and then when I moved out he still came for visits as I was always babysitter. He has lived in every home I’ve lived in and it will be hard not having him come to the next.

I will miss him dearly. He was the smelliest, slimiest best friend I’ve ever had. No matter how many times he gassed out the room, he was still the best. Those farts were his way of saying I love you.

Last night, we had our final sleepover. Of course he went out with a bang and partied all night long. Kept me up all night and made sure we knew he was here. He gassed us out of the living room. He stole my blanket and made me stand outside in the pitch dark while smelling everything for the hundredth time for one last time. It was hard knowing today would be his final day. It was even harder the moment we were in the backroom at the vet. I had to walk out in full blown tears not wanting to let go, even though he had to. MeeMa is thankfully stronger then I and stood by his side.

Today, was the first day he went on a truck ride and lied down. Was the first time he didn’t cry the entire time and was the first time he truly made me gag with his smelly breath that he knew he had, and had to put right in my face the whole drive.

He is one dog that will never be replaceable. He will always be my best friend and here’s hoping he loved me enough that he won’t haunt me in my dreams. He went with a full tummy of duck treats (his favourite treats that I’ve kept on purpose for this day that he normally can’t eat without giving himself an upset tummy he loves them so much). He got to spend his final morning with his kids and just be a puppy one last time.

Love you forever Boblet! You’ll always be my Bobbi. Don’t worry, your blankie will always be here for you. You were more then just a dog, you were family, and a family member that has made some awesome memories for me to cherish forever.

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3 thoughts on “Saying Goodbye, Harder Said then Done

  • Jackie

    Oh, I so know how you are feeling. My beautiful girl, Kobe, left us at the end of June – like your baby, she just got old all of a sudden. She had cancer and it just seemed to be so fast. And after 15 years of her by my side, it’s pretty empty now, even with our other dog. It’s hard to fill that space, and only time will help, I think.

    Big hugs to you and your family. Losing a pet is a big thing, especially when you’ve been together for so long – and for you, from such a young age. He was truly your best friend and I love how you wrote about him.

  • Sharon Shuchman

    Your little Boblet made me cry. I had a dog just like yours, her name was Sheba, she was a long haired Austrialian shepard, we had her for 15 years. My daughter was 1 1.2 when we got her and no other dog will ever replace her. She was so smart and speical. She was like a person. We moved from New England to Florida when she was almost 13, and we had her shipped to us by plane. She had a stroke a year before she died. And she also went deaf, but everyday in the afternoon when I went to my hutch for her lease she would jump up and run to the door barking. She would run down the street barking and when she was done with her walk I almost had to carry her the rest of the way home. She was so special, she waited to die until we went on vacation. No dog will ever replace her, and the whole family feels the same. She was our baby. I used to kay on the floor with her at nite and we would talk to each other in dog sounds. God Bless my Sheba!!!<3