Today my dog Rosie died. I got a call from my mom at 4:30 California time. For the first time in the last 8 years, tears came down my eyes. Last time I cried was sophmore year of high school when I watched my Nana take her last breath, she was and still is a hero to me. My Nana had polio and even to walk a few feet would have to use crutches but she could move mountains.
They say a dog is a mans best friend. The saying comes from a quote in 1870: ”The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog.”
When we got Rosie my family was going through a difficult time. My Dad decided to leave being a doctor, and he went from running a decent sized company to sitting at home. He changed and became a different man. For almost 2 years he was a different man. Until we got Rosie. Rosie changed and maybe saved my Dad’s life. They became best friends and spent every minute together. Rosie changed my brothers life. The dude just fell in love with Rosie.
And today Rosie changed my life. Every time I saw Rosie, her tail would wag and she would jump on me. Whenever I was in my bed at home, I would wake up to see Rosie sleeping at the foot of the bed. I would wrestle Rosie to the ground, put her in a headlock. She always kept nudging you and licking you until you petted her. I never had the same affection for Rose that my Dad or brother had. Until today.
Life is about give and take, you put something in and you get something in return. Even if you win the lottery you still have to put in money. With a dog there is only unconditional love, never any problems, or anger. They are literally happy every time they see you and will often follow you to the end of the earth. They ask nothing in return. I can think of nothing else in life like it. Maybe welfare?
The most difficult moment I have had was a few weeks before graduation senior year of College. My first and most difficult final was the next day. Around 5pm I found out I was on the hook for close to a million dollars in fines for a business that I created and executed. Even worse, I was fully responsible for fucking up the lives of people that helped me execute the business.
I felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. I locked myself in a library room until 5am and just thought of ways to fix the problem and come up with a solution. However, with death no amount of thinking solves the problem. You are left with a hole that heals over time, but hopefully realize that you never appreciate what you have until it’s gone.
Rosie, will always appreciate what you did for my family.