In Memory of Pongo...

So today I got some bad news, but before I divulge it, let me first begin at the beginning. When I was 16, I got my first job at Blimpie's Subs and Salads; 2 days after my 16th birthday, I totaled my parents car (a 4 door mercury) in a 3 car accident: I was trying to make a left turn and needless to say, didn't make it. It was one of the scariest moments in my life. But I needed to get a job to pay the insurance and to help my parents afford the damages, as we were not wealthy and this was our only car for a family of 4. So, I met my friend Chris, and then a few months later, my best friend Stella and her then husband Mike. They had 3 dogs: Pongo, a dalmation, Snickers, a small dog that was very hyper, and Pepsi, a mut that they found sniffing garbage and decided to keep. These dogs were their life, and when Mike and Stella parted ways, Stella obviously took Pongo. He was her baby. That was ten years ago this year, and today, Pongo has passed away.

Last night he had been acting funny and Stella took him to the emergency vet. He wouldn't eat, had a fever, etc. He seemed he had something in his stomach that was making him sick. Did he eat something? We didn't know. X-rays soon foretold that his intestines were cramped to one side and surgery later confirmed it, in addition to finding numerous tumors in his stomach and digestive system in which one of the tumors had burst, poisoning him. There was nothing they could do, and so Pongo will be put to sleep and I am sad.

I was his auntie for a long while, doggy sat him, played with him, loved him. And he's gone. The hardest thing about loving something is that you know that in the end they will leave and you will be left. I suppose the question is: what are you going to do then?

Hmmmnnn. Rest in Peace Pongo. You were one of a kind, a good friend, and a loyal companion. I will miss him.