So that picture there is me and my dog Stoli. Stoli was an amazing white boxer with one brown ear. He was my pal. He and I did so much together. I trained him and he trained me. We were inseparable. That is until we had to leave each others lives. It was a tough thing. My wife and love of my life had been together for 11 years. 5.5 of them married and 5.5 of them living together. She got Stoli about 6 months before her and I moved in together so he is hers. When she chose to leave me she took him with her. That is the lucky part of my life. You may ask how is that lucky? Well it is bit born in sarcasm but an interesting fact none the less. I have never experienced loss in my life, not even in it’s simplest form. I have never lost a pet or family member or anyone in my life that I had deep attachments for.
Some may say that is a good thing but in reality it is not. It is a scary thing becomes I am not prepared for it. I was not prepared for heartbreak either when my ex left me. But I am good at closing doors and turning off that emotion. It coudl be considered cold but I know it is my personal self defense. So I have never lost a pet. I moved away from home before my childhood ones passed on. They become shadows in my life before they died. I have a very small family. I had one grandma who died when I was 5 or 6 and I don’t really remember her. I had a grandfather that passed while I was in the military but that was a very non existent relationship. So I have my mom, dad, brother, niece and now you. Oh and my two cats.
I am preparing myself for the inevitable with my cat Bogey. He has been with me through the thick and the thin. He will be 20 years old in February. He will more than likely be my first true experience with loss and death. That is so crazy. Maybe he will live till 25 who knows right? But my longing for a dog was fixed when my Roommate Chrissy moved in. She brought along her pup Charlie. He is an awesome dog. Almost the exact same personality as my dog Stoli. So here we are full circle. Stoli had allergies and his mom left me to pursue a different life. He was better suited to go with her and away from San Antonio and its huge pet allergy problem. Besides he was hers first. I miss my dog. But, I got to see him ride off into the sunset with a smile in face as his head hung out the window heading off to an amazing adventure. My ex posts a photo of him now and then and he is getting old. He is 13 years old now. He will not be long for this earth but he is already a shadow in my life and all I will know or remember are the happy things about him. That is the curse of my luck. Well at least until Bogey breaks my 43 year trend. Crazy isn’t it?