He was always a tough boy.
We got him because I kept crying because I wanted a dog and I was asking one for a few years now like any seventh class student. You should’ve seen my face when we first got him. If there was ever a ‘happiest moments of my life’ list, it’d top it.
I called him Rex because he had one giant sharp tooth coming out of his mouth even as a puppy. Twelve year old me thought it was apt.
He was always so tough. When he was really young, his left rear leg got stuck in some part of the car and got hurt. It was always a little weak. Never stopped him from doing whatever he wanted though.
Five or six months after we got him, me and mom were at a movie when we got a call from our then caretaker that he was stolen. We rushed home. Searched all over. Even tried the police station. No luck.
We got another dog after that because I just didn’t stop crying for a few days, but he passed away as a puppy because he choked on some pedigree pellets. I remember running barefoot to the vet two streets away to see if we could save him. No luck.
Then one day, after like three months, out of nowhere, I came home and there he was. Apparently mom had gotten a call about a dog whose left rear foot was a little weak like Rex’s was. Mom went to the hospital and Rex jumped off the table and just got into the car, and my mom just drove him home. Turns out some auto driver stole him and sold him to this family and they bought him. They didn’t fight us much when they figured out he was ours though.
I think that was the point we realised he loved my mom way more than he loved me. It was really nice after that though. We had a real ‘man’s best friend’ kinda life. We went on walks, I sneaked him junk food and we’d be there for each other when we needed them, Him more than me. He was so much more handsome too.
He never let anyone say anything to my mom though. He would always do a protecc and be there for her, barking at everyone else who wasn’t her.
It was at this point that I started moving around, spending less and less time at home. This was also when my mom and Rex became inseparable. I won’t lie, I was a little jealous but he’d made his choice.
A few years after that, a couple of years ago now, he got very sick. He stopped moving around, was bedridden and stopped eating.
I thought that was it. I remember seeing him and thinking of the dog he was a few years ago and I didn’t think he’d ever even be able to move. Even the vets said he had a month left at most.
It was a testament to how much my mom loved him and how much he loved her back that he got better. She literally nursed him back from the brink of death and he held on for her. He was such a tough boy. He held on through the fluids, the bleeding, the pain and everything else. He just wanted to make it for her.
I couldn’t believe it. About three months later, he was walking again. He was barking. Barking at me when I raised my voice at her. I think that was when I finally accepted that he was her dog. She breathed life back into him and he knew it and he just wanted to be better for her and she knew it. I don’t really believe in miracles but if that isn’t one I don’t know what is.
Fast forward to now, two years later, it’s not like he’s the healthiest dog in the world but he was doing okay. The problem started around a week ago when he stopped eating. Mom called me up and showed him to me. I thought it was a good idea to go see him. He went from bad to worse in less than a week. Stopped drinking water. We had to get him on fluids. Apparently kidney damage in dogs usually goes unnoticed until it’s too late to do anything about it. Creatinine levels were too high. We tried to see if we could do dialysis but apparently they can’t do it for dogs under 10kgs, so we didn’t really have many options but to keep him comfortable and happy.
By the time I came home it seemed like this tough boy was just holding on to see me. I couldn’t stop crying when I saw him. He looked like a skeleton of his old self and I knew that he wasn’t going to be with us for very long.
This tough old boy who lived through twelve years, who we’ve almost lost twice, who my grandpa loved, who to my mom was like another kid, who to me was like a brother, passed away yesterday. I couldn’t stop crying when I saw him, and I can’t possibly imagine what my mom is going through.
It feels like we lost one in a family of three.
I just hope he knows that he’s been the best friend a kid could ask for, the best son a mom could ask for, and just the best and toughest boy ever.
It was my grandpa’s birthday yesterday and we lost him last year. He always loved dogs.
Maybe he really wanted some company on his birthday.
I hope you guys are in heaven playing with each other and drinking coffee.
I love you Rex.
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