It has been 15 years that I have shared my life with such a wonderful soul, and it looks like it is coming to an end.
Bandit has been with me ever since I adopted him at the Seal Beach Shelter. My family and I had recovered from the loss of our previous dog, Axel, who developed a horrible condition where his white blood cells were attacking his system. After quite some time we felt we were ready to bring in another family to the Tomlinson clan. It was the middle of December when we went on this quest trying to find a dog. Each shelter was more heartbreaking after the next, and we would put our name down for several dogs only to find out that the person before us came through. I couldn’t get mad since all the animals were being adopted, but still. I wanted to find my friend.
We went a little out of our city and drove to Seal Beach Shelter, a very small establishment. There were only two rows of kennels filled with dogs, maybe a total of 20 dogs. If I had the room and money I would have adopted all of them.
We were walking down the last row and most of the dogs were already being adopted or not available…then towards the back I hear this high pitched whining. Most would probably be deterred from this, but I was curious. As I get to the back I see a Labrador/ German Sheppard with the name of Bo. He had one ear stuck straight up and the other was floppy, the face of a German Sheppard, and the body color of a Labrador. He was jumping up and down and doing that high pitched squeal. No one put their name down for him, and as I read on it told his story:
Bo was left by the tar-pits, but no one knew how long. He was covered in tar and had a huge fear of other dogs. A super energetic boy who loved to play.
I knew he was the dog for me, especially after playing with him. I changed his name of course to fit the mask that covered his face, Bandit. Bandit had his problems though from whatever his previous owners did to him. He was afraid of several things such as paper, people talking loudly, and rain/thunder. Also, he had separation issues from his abandonment.
It took a very long time for Bandit to trust me. Every time I left I would tell him, “I’m coming back and I love you.”
This has been our relationship for the last 15 years. Our friendship is being snuffed out though due to age. Bandit has severe arthritis in his hips and muscle deterioration in his legs. For his 14th year we have been fighting it with medicine to slow the process, but within the last month he hasn’t been doing well. He has his good days and bad days, but the bad days are out weighing the good. I am writing this blog because tomorrow I might have to put my friend down. He cries and hurts, and doesn’t walk sometimes. I don’t know what else to do, or how to slow this down anymore. I want know for sure though until he goes to the vet, but I can tell his time is coming to a close.
So why write this? This message I hope gets to Bandit’s previous owners who abandoned him at the tar pits. I don’t know what exactly happened, but I have a feeling you people were not nice to him. I hope you never owned a pet after him because I fear of how you would treat them, and know Bandit is better off.
I am going to miss my best friend…I love you Bandit.