December 24th, 2004. It seemed like a pretty normal Christmas eve. We went to a Lutheran church at the time and my family and I were going to an evening service. Being an 8 year-old kid I just wanted to get out of there and go home to eat my mom’s (should be) world famous prime rib and look at all the presents that sat waiting under the Christmas tree. We got home around 9p.m, my brothers and I all come in through the garage door first to hear this tiny little yelping coming from our living room. Confused we asked our parents what that noise was and they returned with a grin and said “go find out”. So we rushed into the living room to see a 1 month old, golden, happy little puppy yelping at our arrival. My brothers and I were so thrilled to receive a puppy as a Christmas present since we badgered our parents about getting one. As we took this little puppy out and took turns placing him into our laps, we contemplated a name for our new beloved friend. My brother Henry was able to give my family the final answer since he, at the time, was willing to actually take care of the dog. Comet was his name.
Comet was born on November 8th, 2004 and sadly he passed away October 8th, 2015. Comet was my best friend and unfortunately his life wasn’t as long as I thought it would be. To save a long story short my pal had internal bleeding and there was no surgery that could save him. My mom took a very mature action and decided she did not want our dog in pain, so we put him down, and he is now buried up north by my nene and papa’s. Comet lived a very good life getting table scraps, way to much attention than he deserved (just kidding), and the accessibility to lay down on the couch even though he sheds a lot! I don’t think he had any regrets living to the age of about 76 even with all his hardships. When he was a young puppy he ate a random sock off the ground and had to have surgery to remove it. He went from being a free puppy to 3 boys on Christmas eve to $2,000+ dog that seemed more of a burden at this point. He then went into shock after that and had a seizure. The vets said he was to be put on phenobarbital which would prevent these seizures. A couple years back he was playing on ice and fell through, luckily my brother, Max, was home and jumped into freezing waters to save my dog. There are so many incidents where Comet was being a complete dufus but he managed to make it through all of them. Now there is more to this blog than just sharing who my dog was, it’s about how he shaped my life.
My buddy was always there for me, whenever I felt down or I was sick he would always come and lay right by me and make sure I was okay. He loved like no other creature in this world. He relied totally on my mom and I for food, water, and pills but I bet you he was never worried for a second. You could step on his foot or tail and he would squeal, he’ll be hesitant for a second but he would always come back to you for comfort. Why did he do this? It’s because he loved and trusted his master, he knew that when he was in hard times we would be there for him no matter what. He trusted, he persevered, and most of all he loved. Comet would have been a better Christian the most of us including me. This is how we are suppose to have a relationship with God. We love Him and run to Him no matter what, we may doubt for a moment but than we should be assured that our Lord will love us and hold us. Even though Comet didn’t mean to, he taught me so much and I didn’t even realize it until his death. I love you bud, I hope to see you again one day.
P.S if you have a dog, cherish that being. He/she is a special gift from God to make your life’s better even if they seem like a burden at times. Remember God backwards is dog (just without the capital G)
