My dog is my best friend. I received him from my dad as a graduation gift, after years of struggling and begging for a dog. I finally got the dog I always wanted. Our first year together was tricky, he enjoyed driving me crazy peeing and pooping in the house or his favorite spot, the center of my bed. Hard work to maintain the dog I always wanted was nothing to me. I sweep and mop 2 tons of hair a day. Now my big boy is 3 and I starting noticing him slipping and scraping his back paws to the point they would bleed. I took him to the vet for an X-ray. Turns out his hip is completely out of socket and needs a surgery to pin it in place. No not my dog. He is the best gift I ever got from my father considering we had a rough relationship in our early years. I can’t watch him limp anymore, I don’t want him to feel pain, I would switch hips if it was possible, but I know my place is to work and bring back food for him. I really need his health and happiness restored to the boy I once had. I miss my boy.