So, I recently, as in today, confirmed that my ten year old dog, Foxy Stewart, has a very large cancerous Tumor in her abdominal region. The vet says she only has a few weeks to live. Then we will put her to sleep, letting her memory and life not be filled with an ounce of pain. Now, y’all are probably thinking, why the heck is he posting this here? It’s just a dog, right? Wrong. I have had her since I was nine, I am now almost 19. She has been through everything with me. She has made me happy on my darkest days. Most of y’all know me as that crazy son of a gun who blabbers on, and is cool, and can take a joke. I wasn’t always like this. My dad was deployed most of my life, whether it be Bosnia, Iraq, Desert Storm Desert Shield, Afghanistan, or even the pits of Leesville, Louisiana. I turned extremely bitter. When I was nine, my mom thought it would help me if we bought a dog to be my friend. We saw an ad for a Welsh Pembroke Corgi that needed a home, but required an “interview” to make sure we were a good match. When we got there, we had to put the dog in my lap. She immediately curled up in mine, much like a cat, and sat there, smirking. We began talking with the Owner, who happened to be a professional Standard poodle breeder. As we were talking, on of her show poodles walked by, and Foxy’s right paw immediately shot out, slapped the poodle’s tail, and jolted right back, as if nothing happened. I knew she and I would get along. When We brought her home that weekend, she and I played for quite a while. It became evident she and I were a great match. Less than a month later, something off happened. We were giving her a treat, and I was sitting on the couch. She looked at the treat, looked at me, and dropped the treat from her jaws, and ran to me, jumped on the couch and cuddled in my lap. Now, for those who don’t know dogs, that’s unheard of…dogs will almost always eat their treat first…She didn’t even nibble it until I had pet her for about ten minutes. We were astonished, trust me. Years went by, and when I was 12, another event let me know Foxy was indeed my dog. We were taking her to the car from the Kennel, when a dog in the back of a pickup, A black Lab, looked at me, and began growling viciously at me. Foxy immediately stood firm, and growled back at it, causing the lab to stop, and curl up into a surrendering stance. Now, mind you, a Corgi is only about a foot and a half tall when on all fours…A fully grown black Lab is much bigger, trust me. As the years went by, Foxy has done more than enough to show me she cared for me. She has helped me with my depression, and has made me a much better person. Now that she is in her final weeks, I will be posting pics of our last moments, so that the world’s best dog, Foxy, will be remembered. I love her like a sister I never thought was possible. I will miss her, but I want her to live on. Thank you for reading this, and taking your time.