Toby

I had to say goodbye to my best friend July 30, 2004.  His name was Toby, he was a Cairn Terrier.  I remember so well picking him out at the pet store.  I was only ten years old. From that day on he would follow me around everywhere.  He waited for me at the door to come home from school.  That Toby knew whenever I felt down. He would lick me on the face to tell me it's going to be okay.

He had seizures all his life.  It always frightened me. I just felt he was suffering so much.  The vet said medication would have worse side effects than the seizures themselves.  Year after year went by.  I am now 25,  and the best friend I thought would always be here is gone.  He was sick for two days.  I felt in my heart he was dying.  I promised no matter how hard it would be to have him put to sleep, I would not let him hurt or suffer.  He was there for me for many years,  he saw me through thick and thin.  But his time was up he needed to be in a place where he would not hurt.  I will never forget his little face staring at me when the vet took him back to put him to sleep.  On the day in July a part of me has also died.  I still look for him to be right behind me every step I take.  I miss him so much,  I am so glad he no longer has to suffer through seizures.  I hope he is up in heaven running around, and I hope he knows I miss him so.