Alex Awwad Sep 14, 2013 Build Em Up
This is in memory of the greatest dog that entered my life. His name was Boscoe, and he was
originally a gift for my sister. She got him as a late birthday present from my aunt who bought him from a
breeder in Pacific Beach. He was a surprise. I was the happiest about his arrival, I remember his silky short fur
on his back and head. He was so small when we got him. He liked smaller kids better that older kids so he always
would love it when I was around. I was so happy that I finally got a dog because Now I had a life to take
care of and be responsible for. I relied on him to be there for me during the thick and thin and he relied on me to
take care of him.
At the end of the week I would take him on a walk, and he loved every minute of it. Boscoalived in the
backyard. because he didn't like staying inside because of the heat. There were plants in the backyard and every
once in a while a frog or rabbit would find their way into the back yard, I was not there every time it happened
but I am sure that it never ended up well for the other animals or insects that Boscoe found.
He was there through the time of my parents divorce. He was there through every argument and mishap that
happened in that hard period of time. I remember the reassuring look in his eyes practically telling me that it
would be alright, and he was right. Unfortunately this could not last forever because we had to move to a new
house do to financial problems as a result of my parents divorce. So we were separated. He went to go live with
my wealthy cousins and their dog in Los Angeles. I staid in an 4 story apartment San Diego. I felt incomplete for
a while, and the one thing that kept from being sad was the belief that one day when I would be old enough I
would move out of my parents house, take Boscoe and live somewhere together. Unfortunately this was not the
case at all, I was getting older and so was he, I was getting strong and he was getting weaker.
More time passed by and I would go visit Boscoe every once and a while. I loved it and he loved it too. It was
two friends seeing one another. He was an old and wrinkly dog but he was my old and wrinkly dog. I hated it
when he would have to leave because I could not see him and take care of him any more. I remember how I
would fill his bowl. I would fill it with dog food and then I would put a dog treat on top just so he would know
that I care. Unfortunately I could no longer help Boscoa because the injury in his leg did not get better for
Boscoe, he had in his back leg. This was a big problem for dogs his age, he became less active until he just could
not go on anymore and he passed on to a better place. When I heard the news I did not take it well. It took me
two weeks to except this fact. It was hard to believe that my big strong Boscoe the one who built me up to be the
person I am today, was gone. I knew that I had to be strong for him just like he was for me. So I was angry
instead. I was angry at my mom for not telling me when he got sick. I thought that if I knew that he was sick I
could at least tell him goodbye. But most of all, I was angry at myself for not being there to take care of him like
I was supposed to. So instead of giving up I got stronger as a person and in my faith, because I know he would
not want me to give up. I know one day I will see him again because we have a bond that no one can break.
Because I love him and I cant wait to see him again in a different place were we cannot be separated by anything
and we can be happy together because that is what we both want.
This story is dedicated my best friend.He died in the summer of 2013.
This is in memory of the greatest dog that entered my life. His name was Boscoe, and he was
originally a gift for my sister. She got him as a late birthday present from my aunt who bought him from a
breeder in Pacific Beach. He was a surprise. I was the happiest about his arrival, I remember his silky short fur
on his back and head. He was so small when we got him. He liked smaller kids better that older kids so he always
would love it when I was around. I was so happy that I finally got a dog because Now I had a life to take
care of and be responsible for. I relied on him to be there for me during the thick and thin and he relied on me to
take care of him.
At the end of the week I would take him on a walk, and he loved every minute of it. Boscoalived in the
backyard. because he didn't like staying inside because of the heat. There were plants in the backyard and every
once in a while a frog or rabbit would find their way into the back yard, I was not there every time it happened
but I am sure that it never ended up well for the other animals or insects that Boscoe found.
He was there through the time of my parents divorce. He was there through every argument and mishap that
happened in that hard period of time. I remember the reassuring look in his eyes practically telling me that it
would be alright, and he was right. Unfortunately this could not last forever because we had to move to a new
house do to financial problems as a result of my parents divorce. So we were separated. He went to go live with
my wealthy cousins and their dog in Los Angeles. I staid in an 4 story apartment San Diego. I felt incomplete for
a while, and the one thing that kept from being sad was the belief that one day when I would be old enough I
would move out of my parents house, take Boscoe and live somewhere together. Unfortunately this was not the
case at all, I was getting older and so was he, I was getting strong and he was getting weaker.
More time passed by and I would go visit Boscoe every once and a while. I loved it and he loved it too. It was
two friends seeing one another. He was an old and wrinkly dog but he was my old and wrinkly dog. I hated it
when he would have to leave because I could not see him and take care of him any more. I remember how I
would fill his bowl. I would fill it with dog food and then I would put a dog treat on top just so he would know
that I care. Unfortunately I could no longer help Boscoa because the injury in his leg did not get better for
Boscoe, he had in his back leg. This was a big problem for dogs his age, he became less active until he just could
not go on anymore and he passed on to a better place. When I heard the news I did not take it well. It took me
two weeks to except this fact. It was hard to believe that my big strong Boscoe the one who built me up to be the
person I am today, was gone. I knew that I had to be strong for him just like he was for me. So I was angry
instead. I was angry at my mom for not telling me when he got sick. I thought that if I knew that he was sick I
could at least tell him goodbye. But most of all, I was angry at myself for not being there to take care of him like
I was supposed to. So instead of giving up I got stronger as a person and in my faith, because I know he would
not want me to give up. I know one day I will see him again because we have a bond that no one can break.
Because I love him and I cant wait to see him again in a different place were we cannot be separated by anything
and we can be happy together because that is what we both want.
This story is dedicated my best friend.He died in the summer of 2013.