Calle+Belodoff

Calle E. Belodoff Mrs. Bear English 6 24 October 2011

To Love Again I have always asked for a dog and when I was fourteen years old my family adopted a dog from the pound. His name was Cosmo. He was a beautiful dog with all kinds of colors and patterns on his fur which was super and thick and always had white specs in it. When you would pet him a layer of hair would come off on your hand and would stick to your clothes so you always had a little Cosmo with you. When we decided to take him home we found out he had some problems at his last home. We didn’t care about all that stuff, I was just so happy I was getting a new dog that I could love and have fun with. We started noticing something was wrong with Cosmo when he wouldn’t walk on his hind leg. We just figured it had to do with his weight so we feed him even better. He started getting better and had a look of joy on his face. Awhile after we could tell something was still bothering him though, we had to take him to the vet. It seemed like the doctor took forever to walk through the swinging wood doors. By the look on his face I knew something was wrong. Cosmo had gotten a cancerous tumor on his stomach. They had to keep him over night for more tests. That night our house felt as empty as ever. We got a call the next day. They had found out the cancer had spread to his hind legs causing his pain. In my head I just thought maybe they can remove it and he will be all better, but in my heart I knew it was time to say good bye, and it was. A million thoughts were going through my mind. What would I say to him? Would I cry? Do I want to see them put him down? I didn’t know how to prepare myself for this, but there we were, in the parking lot and nowhere to go but inside. When we got inside they took us to Cosmos tiny cage. His expression turned from misery to happiness when he saw us. He tried to stand up but he instantly fell down not being able to support his own weight. My heart broke. This was the end. The nurse talked to my parents and me. I couldn’t listen, I just stayed right next to Cosmo holding his paw. I couldn’t watch my dog be put to sleep. I just couldn’t. I sat there next to Cosmo to say my last good bye. I pet his head, rubbed his belly and whispered in his ear, “love you Cozy, it’s going to be okay.” That’s when I got up and gave him a smile. The look in his eyes reassured me that he knew it was going to be okay and he didn’t hold anything against me for leaving. I thought, “wow I’m so lucky I got to have the love of a dog who might not of loved anyone again”. And now, it was all over. When we got Cosmo you could tell he was very hesitant to love someone and let people in. What I saw in Cosmo as we were saying good bye was happiness and the love he felt for us as his family. Now because of Cosmo, I believe love can always happen again.