You see, 8 years ago today, I came home from working on Ladue's newspaper late at night. I was exhausted, hadn't eaten dinner, and super excited to see my sister. It was great to see Emily and all I wanted to do was scarf down the spaghetti my dad had made. But for some reason, Emily kept saying "I want to see your room! Show me your room!" So I take her upstairs and show it to her, which is when I notice the little cardboard box in front of the fireplace. I go over to see what it is and there's this tiny little black thing. I say "Is that a rat??" That's when this thing turns around and looks at me... and I see this face.
It was love at first sight. This is my Boston Terrier, Captain Bixby (or Mr. Bixby as I call him). It was 8 years ago today (well technically - I got him the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, so it may not be the date but it's the day) that I got him. He's been my best friend for 8 years. Now please don't take this to mean I don't love my human friends cause I do! But this dog has been by my side and loved me completely unconditionally for 8 years. No matter what I do, how bad I screw up, I know that Bixby still loves me. He gets depressed when I leave. When I'm away (like in England, at college, or in Natchez) I call home and ask to talk to Bixby so he can hear my voice. I got a web cam so I could see him and he could see me when we'd be apart for 6 months. When he sees me cry, he tries to kiss the tears away. He jumps all over me when I come home. He sleeps next to me when I'm home. And when I came home from England, he was so happy he would not let me off the floor. There were literally tears streaming down his face!
So Bixby, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING THE BEST BABY EVER! I love you so very very much and don't know what I would do without you. And Mom, THANK YOU for getting me the CHristmas present that will absolutely never be topped (the only way I can picture something in my life topping Bixby is if I get engaged for CHristmas or if I have a baby on/around Christmas). Bixby is the best thing I could ask for and I love him so much. SO now enjoy pictures of Mr. B!
Bixby's first Christmas - my dad and my sister with my sweet little baby boy. He was so tiny, we took a red sock, cut it off, and made it a sweater for him!
Bixby last Christmas with the AMAZING Dave Diehl. RIP Dave, we miss you. But isn't Bixby cute! How could anyone not love that face?!
By the way, we weren't even supposed to get this puppy. See, Mom had planned to get me the runt of the litter. But she said that as she was holding the runt, this sweet little boy kept looking up at her with big eyes, as if sayinig "Grandma you're supposed to take me home". So she held him and changed her mind. I know I would've loved the runt... but I truly believe this particular dog was meant to be there as I weant through hard times for the past 8 years and show me the true meaning of unconditonal love. So I am SO VERY VERY THANKFUL that I have Mr. Bixby!
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