Miss you MyBoy...😢

billmega (53)in #story • 8 years ago

This is a tribute.! "Warning" a bit of a tear jerker.
Me and my first boy.
I grew up around dogs my whole life, from the day I was born my mom had her dog. A huge King Sheppard named Brutus. He would guard me and my crib non stop. Since birth I have had a special love for our 4 legged family.

Here is how Myboy came into my life back in 1998...
17 years old. "Out on my own" still in school working nights and weekends.Just starting out. Liz and I had been living together in Toronto for over a year.
One afternoon I decided to stop by at one of my runners to collect...Hey you gotta pay for school. Also living in the city. Coming from nothing, somehow?right?
Anyways... sitting scared in the corner he had this beautiful but intense looking and supposidly "crazy" blue brindle Staffordshire Bull Terrier, Which no one there would touch. "Devon" was his name . How shitty a name was that? Ha!...
So I say dude who's dog is that? he already had two pitbulls of his own...he responds, A friend had dropped him off the other day and im keeping him to give to another friend who is getting out next week. The dude needs someone to guard his bike. They all laugh..
I say. So...Your feeding him and shit? He looks hungry bro?. Thinking. I know the guy is broke as fuck and has problems. Also owes me $200 soo...Nah fuck that shit.
Then aggression ensued....from there I grabbed the leash hanging at the door, walked over to Myboy. Gave him a quick pet, leashed him up....and told my guy if the dude really wants the dog you know where im at we're square . And I left with my new best friend...
Im thinking shit! Now how do I explain this to Liz shes gonna kill me!.😲

I get home with my boy late for dinner...Needless to say Liz was not impressed, but she was not completely pissed. So thats good? She was scared expecially with all the "pitbull" stories she has heard. I explained the situation while we all ate chicken linguine. I didnt have any dog food ha. Than we all sat on the floor Liz was very hesitante at first than she joined. My boy would not stop relentlessly licking her. Liz started laughing and the play ensued. Myboy was amazingly strong, fast and agile. In no time he had liz in a huddled ball. Then he started humping her back. Im laughing histarically. until Liz starts to get pissed, Oh geez. Ok quit! Myboy. Then we all chilled. Later that night in bed, my boy stayed on the couch alone only for a few minutes... we called him in "coming to bed Myboy!"a few minutes later he jumped up between us whined to get under the blankets then passed out snuggled inbetween.😍 They became besties after that. Here are a few pics of Liz and my boy goofing around.

Now living out of the city. Many good and bad times go by. Now we are into the new millenia. What the hell you got me wearing mom?lol

Here's Cuddles. Just before I flew out west for three weeks of closing business. We had never been apart for that long. So both of us look stressed. And I was getting pudgy. Lol

Thats Liz and I, Myboy and Zeus. We found Zeus wondering the streets, It took us 3 days to catch him, Liz and my boy brought him home on a leash one night.
He was a big beautiful American Bulldog, dopey and dumb at first! 🤣, but within a few months of training he was a great dog. We looked for the owners however no one was able to proveably claim him.
At the time I was starting out again building a new financial planning business. Liz was still sick in and out of the hospital. The time was not good to have another dog. Time, attention, vet bills, food, space etc...so after 7 months living as a part of our family we gave him to another family we knew well and lived close by. Our intention from the start was not to keep him. Even though it was hard on us.
He was close so my boy and zeus could still hang out and play. 😃
It was a friendly trucker and his wife on the farm close to retirement. So Zeus lived out his days very happy, running the farm playing with my boy. Very spoiled, by the wife and travelling the road with his trucker dad. Very loved by everyone the knucle head ran into. Zeus passed in 2008.

This is my Nan and my boy. I cherished every moment spent with them. And Love them both dearly..
Then I lost them In the same year 2009! one in September and one in October....

Sept 2 2009. 9 years ago today. We had just taken possession of a new home. Was a beautiful sunny day outside. Everyone was busy returning home from labour day long weekend. The traffic was bad, everyone rushing.
Liz and I were busy moving things In and throwing things to the curb.
I'm moving a old heavy fridge to the pile by the road.
Faintly I hear a truck pull up across the road. So I turn and look. It's a man trying to get across the road to ask me If he could pick up the scrap.
My boy. Standing on the porch looks at me, looks at the man. Looks at me...YOU SIT MY BOY! NO! YOU SIT...he always listens!
My boy leaps to greet this new guy approaching me. As soon as Myboys head left the lawn slightly on to the gravel sholder... Tragedy!
A large shiny f250 pickup towing a huge fancy camper swerved, hit the sholder speeding at 100 kmh. The chrome bumper smashed directly into the left side of Myboys head!. The impact whipped him into the air spinning him two times and landing right in front of me. Twitching and trembling at my feet...
I scooped my boy up with a million ideas and every emotion running through my mind simultainiously.
Liz was overwhelmed and broke down screaming and crying, people yelling...all the chaos...I managed not to rage...
I held my boy tight telling him how great he was and how much I loved him. You did nothing wrong, I'm sorry my boy. Please pull through...
Got in the car trying to get a hold of my vet. I drove right to his home. The closest emergency clinic was over a hour away. So Doc McCormick speeds with me to open his clinic. I Lay my boy on the table. He is now completely limp with his tongue flopping out the side of his mouth. He is still breathing, a brief moment of hope flushes over me...
The doc gives my boy a good check im still laying holding and talking with my best boy.
Doc McCormick taps my sholder. I look at him and with tears in his eyes. He says, "son im sorry". "There is nothing we can do. He's gone, the impact was just too severe! even for your tuff boy like yours to survive"....
Then it hit like A? You know when you feel completely sick and your brain and body seems to stop functioning? My best boy was gone, I broke down crying and sobbing. After a few minutes i came through and gathered my senses.
How am I going to tell liz... shes going to be devistated.

As we sit doors wide open in the new empty house with empty kitchen. Depressed, devistated and exhausted, trying our best to console eachother.
We both hear something...whats that says Liz? turning to look over at the front door...There she was a mature orange Maincoon cat meowing at us. We look at eachother giggleing and smileing. Both saying...my boy hated cats! I mean really did not like them...then hours later he shows up as a ratty pregnant feral cat...we both nod.
You coming in my girl? welcome home...
That's another story.

Bonus feature
Put your red rocket away my boy!. What? it's not! Oh ok. but dad shes hot...🤣