I lost my son today.
My baby boy crossed the rainbow bridge about 6 hours ago. I feel so empty.
I was 16 years old when I was blessed with a Miniature American Eskimo. His name is Yoshi. Im almost 32 now. It doesnt feel real. He was there for everything. My homecoming. Prom. My senior year of high school I ran a marathon and he was there for that, ran a few laps with me. My first boyfriend. My first breakup. My first job(McDonald's he loved that job). My first apartment. My first house. Ive never been an adult without him. Ive been watching him poop everyday for almost 15 years. I watched him take his last poop today.
When I was 16 I was highly depressed and suicidal. Medication wasnt the answer. I read something about having a pet. Someone who depends on you. My mother found a breeder and we drove basically to Canada to pick out my boy. When I got there all the puppies ran up to me and showered me with love. Then there was one behind the Christmas tree munching on the branches who didnt even know I arrived. That was Yoshi. We took him across the border into Canada and he saw Niagara Falls. We stayed in a hotel that night. I made a little box for him to sleep in on the bed. He kept escaping the box. After many attempts to keep him safe in the box I let him do him and I realized he just wanted to sleep at my feet. Thats where he slept for the next 15 years. I still struggle with depression but him always being here smiling at me always helped me. I wanted him to be proud of me.
When he was diagnosed with cancer my heart broke. I wanted to pass with him. So he didnt have to do it alone. Because we did everything together. But he wouldnt be proud of that. Im going on for him. Knowing that he will always be with me watching over me.
He went to sleep in the comfort of our home. Peacefully in my arms.
He was the greatest boy. Sweet. Funny. Protective of our little family. I couldnt have asked for a greater boy. Thank you for spending your life with me buddy boy. I love you so much. You will always be my baby boy.