I have the greatest dog in the world. I know everyone says that, but Boydog is without a doubt the best dog I could have ever asked for. It all started one November. Kodymundi was pregnant with Fisher's pups, and their approximated due date was The Peach's birthday. If the puppies came that day, Peach was going to get one of them. Well, surprise, they did! Peach picked out a beautiful little blue girl for herself, and that was that. One day, I went with Peach to meet Bluegirl, and was introduced to an adorable little blue heeler boy who didn't have a home yet. He had a big black patch over one eye, floppy ears, and a little red bow tie on his chest. I snuggled him and he immediately fell asleep in my hands. He was SO TINY!! I was smitten, to say the least. I named him right there on the spot. Cash. It took me a few days to decide I really wanted to take on the responsibility of a puppy. No shit, best decision I've ever made.
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The Peach and I took possession of our "bastard children" right before Christmas. Bluegirl and Boydog are the best siblings ever. Bluegirl is kind of snatchy but incredibly sweet when she wants to be, and Boydog is just the most affectionate, talkative young man ever. They used to play tug of war for hours at Sixteenth Street. Peach and I would get in their corners and "coach" our dogs while they played. There were hours of fetch and potty training, tricks and learning manners. Both pups proved to be ridiculously intelligent, and training was a breeze with both of them. They never could figure out the magic Cheez-It box though. Amazingly, snacks just keep coming out of that red thing!
Boydog also got his training as a psychiatrist and confidant while he was a wee lad. The nights I was so deep in denial about my sexuality and the things I was feeling, Boydog would lay with me and listen while I told him about the demons that I kept locked in the vault of my soul. He let me squeeze the life out of him while I cried, and he always licked my face to let me know he cared. Every morning, even when I didn't want to get out of bed and didn't feel like I could go on anymore, Boydog would sit next to me and put his paw on my hand until I gave him his "morning scratches" and took him out to potty. He always made sure I got out of bed. If I was sad, he always knew. When I came home from class, it was always like Christmas morning for Boydog. He saved my life time and time again. Every time I was in the depths of my depression and self-loathing, Boydog always reminded me that I wasn't alone.
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| he likes snow. |
Today when I woke up, Boydog was not in bed, which is weird for him. He has always had a history of urinary tract problems, but I thought that he was over his latest issue. I found him sitting by the back door, so I let him out and watched to see what he would do. Immediately he started to get sick and clearly was having trouble going potty. I brought him in and he laid down on the couch next to me, then crawled in my lap and refused to move. He would not let me put him down or move him. I knew something was up, but it wasn't until he started panting frantically and trembling in my arms that I understood he needed to see a veterinarian. I called one local vet, who didn't seem to get that this was an emergency, and told me they could see him in three hours. Not cool. I took the appointment, but then looked at Boydog and saw how sad and scared his soft brown eyes were and decided to try another vet. After telling the second vet what was going on, they told me to bring him in immediately. After an initial exam, I left him there (hardest thing i've ever been through) so he could have x-rays and then be taken care of. Dr. Hess called me about an hour later to let me know that Cash had two stones, and that surgery would be the best option for him.
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| such soul, this one has. |
Guys, not gonna lie, this was the scariest day of my life. I didn't know what was wrong with my Boydog, I couldn't take his pain away, and I felt more out of control than I ever have. Leaving him at the clinic and driving home, I was a hysterical puddle of snot and tears. It was bad. I was just positive that I was going to get a call that he didn't make it or that the damage was worse than they thought. It was terrifying. Thankfully, Boydog came through the surgery like a champ, and he gets to come home tomorrow. On my way home from work I stopped to visit him, and he looked soooo sad. He started crying when I knelt down to love on him, and my heart broke into a million little grains of sand. The vet tech said she had never seen a dog react that way to their owner. So like I said, I have the best dog ever. I wouldn't be around without Johnny Cassius Clay Fisher Mundi.
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