Hello, I am a dog, a Pug dog and my name is Bobo. I live with 2 other dogs, and 3 cats in my house. I am 2 and one half years old, and I am very unhappy and sad. I’ve lost my best friend. I just don’t know where she is for I haven’t seen her for a long time.

When I was about 7 weeks old, I was given as a gift to my master. When I arrived at my new home, I met Colly, a 15 year old Boxer dog. Colly was very kind to me. She accepted me immediately. Maybe she was a bit jealous of me, since she then was the only pet dog in the family. But she tried her best to hide this. As time went by, Colly and I were inseparable. We played together, we ate together. We had a lot of fun. We also rested together when we both were tired. Colly was so large that I used her as pillow. She was very soft, and didn’t mind me doing this at all. In fact, I think she actually enjoyed it and really encouraged it. When I went into my cage to go to sleep for the night. (yes, I love to sleep in my cage. I feel safe and secure there) Colly would sleep next to my cage and wait till I awoke the next morning. Then we had breakfast together. She had her own dish and so did I, and we never ate from one another’s dish. We respected that. Even when we were still hungry, and there was food left over from one dish, we would never eat from that dish if the food wasn’t meant for us.

As time went by, Colly started to get sick. She got so that she couldn’t hear at all. She had very bad arthritis, and could barely walk at all. I remember my master taking her to the doctor many times but nothing seemed to help at all. Her illness got worse and worse, and I felt bad that I couldn’t do anything for her. She got to be very incontinent, but her master tolerated this for he loved Colly, and would do anything for her. She actually had gotten to a point that she could barely walk and my master many times had to carry her outside so that could relive herself. As ill as she was, she always allowed me to cuddle up to her, and I know that this made her feel a little bit better.

One day, my master carried Colly to the car, and went for a drive somewhere. Where I didn’t know. When he returned Colly was not with him, and this confused me. I knew that something was not right for I saw that my masters eyes were wet and tearful as if he was crying. I started whimpering and crying as if to ask him where Colly was, but he didn’t answer me, just picked me up and started petting me as to say, don’t worry, everything will be all right.

Colly has been gone for several weeks now, and I miss her. I really don’t know what happened to her. I cry often now, and when my master hears this, he picks me up and puts me on his lap and tries to console me. I feel so sad. I wait by the door with the hopes that Colly will come back. I have no one now to console me. No one to sleep with. No one to use as a pillow. I’m always jumping upon my masters lap when he’s sitting down, reading or watching television. I’m looking for someone to comfort me the way Colly did. Gloria my good pal, the Catahoula dog has tried but it doesn’t work. As much as I love Gloria and my master, they just can’t take the place of Colly. I miss my Colly, and I cry myself to sleep every night. I am very sad. I wish that she would come back.

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