A dog named Bo

On Tuesdays, there is a huge meal constantly being prepared in a warm home. I go here every Tuesday, just about, and am surrounded by people I love. A family, and a dog I love. I bring Bo, my dog, to dinner. Him and Wilson are thick as thieves. For those that know, Bo can be a bit of a punk... They wrestle, roll around in the grass, and well, you know just rock at being dogs. I'd take Wilson in hikes with us, not as often as I should, but he was always ready for an adventure. Ol boy would jump right into the car. He can hang. Wilson had a great deal of patience, being older then Bo and knowing the ropes. He taught him a lot. Including how to really work it flawlessly for treats. Naughty. After our dinner (tacos by the way, that rocked..) I let these two boys out in the backyard. All riled up after begging for scraps and vacuuming up the floor for food casualties. Thinking about a game of pool with the gang, I wanted to get those pups inside. I called their names, I whistled. No one came. I went inside thinking they would be back, sometimes they would take a few. Some time passed. I went back outside and tried again. I heard barking and howling in the distance. I started getting a pit in my stomach. A few minutes pass, and Bo comes running and panting back to the house. Well, where's the other? Then I noticed blood on the floor. He was swollen. And from there, panic began. They went to go search for Wilson in the car. My phone rang, and the worst possible thing my ears could have heard came through. He didn't make it. They were both struck by a car. I can't describe the feeling. I can't. I sat with Bo in the back of the car. I was there. The stretcher came, and he went inside. Everyone was there with me that I love. Waiting for words, and just hoping. He made it the first night. He made it the second night. But has to make it 3 more days in critical condition. He is strong. And stubborn. And the best thing that's happened to me in life, even if at times it didn't seem that way in the past. He goes with me everywhere, work, hikes, people's houses (sorry...). He's taught me more about life then anyone or anything ever could. He is 2 years old. He's given me everything, and I've given everything I can muster up back. I visit him every chance I get. He was so excited to see me today, he was trying to jump out of his cage and rip all of his tubes off. No regard. Punk. He would follow my car to the ends of the earth if he knew I was in it. Anywhere. I'm doing what I can. I had a miracle happen just today, from another person that set me up on my path of life, helped me find my passion, and gave me a chance some years ago. Now, she's given Bo a chance. I despise asking for help. That's not the person I strive to be in this life. But I'm struggling to stay afloat. In a lot of ways. Life is a struggle, and I'm fighting as hard as Bo right now. If there is anything, I would be so beyond grateful. Beyond words, and emotion. I'm not sure of what else to say besides thank you, gang, for reading this.





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  • Murphy & Co. 
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    • $20 
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    • $10 
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    • $40 
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Anastassia Rio Zabirova 
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Mount Kisco, NY
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