Anyone who has a dog can tell you that the old saying that a dog is a man’s best friend is definitely true. My dog has essentially become part of my family, he has his Christmas stocking with his name on it and sometimes gets more gifts than anyone else. Although my parents intended on our dog being the families, it didn’t turn out that way. Maybe it was because I gave him skittles or because I played with him the most, but the family dog became my dog and one of my best friends. And as more and more time passes I realize how good of a friend he has been.
He’s been chilling with me for over thirteen years and is coming to the end of his time. I was told that the hardest part of owning a dog is watching him pass away. When his time comes I will undoubtedly be very upset and depressed. But like any good friend I will celebrate his time with me. When I go fishing he sits by me waiting for me to catch a fish. When I sleep he guards my door and warns me if anyone gets near my door. And when I eat he begs like he always has and knows he’s getting a piece of steak when no one is looking.
So before he goes I figured I’d let the world know how great of a guy he has been. Although he didn’t exactly change the world, he did help shape my world. I’ll hate to see him go, but he’s embarking on the greatest journey of his existence and I need to let him go. I’ll miss having my own little guard dog and a loyal fishing buddy, but at least I can say that I had one of the greatest friends in the world.
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