Levi first came to me when I was about five years old, in kindergarten. He started out as my brother, became my best friend, and grew into my baby. Then I lost him in the midst of it all. Even though I had gotten a dog a year or two before -Koubel- , Levi and I still had a stronger connection, possibly, and probably because he stayed through the beginning of 
teen years.
teen years. When we first got him, he was meant to be a show dog, a noble steed, he was beautiful. Then less then 6 months later we went away to Disney Land, and he went to a kennel for the week or two. Where ever it was that he was sent to, required that he had his rabies shot (I recently learned that we don't have rabies here on the island, and most of Canada for that matter).
Apparently my brother of the time was allergic to something in the shot, whatever it was, it paralyzed his back two legs - something about the injection screwing up his spine. Our noble steed couldn't walk properly, our beauty would never be in a show.
Levi now had Wobbler Disease, so he couldn't walk down stairs - I carried him up and down for the first couple months, he looked like a dear when he ran, and he couldn't walk oh so well.
As a child I moved allot, thus automatically always losing and making friends, but Levi, he never left me. Honesty I never thought that he would. But everything has to come to an end eventually. The summer of '07 was an interesting, when I got back from a friend's birthday party in the middle of summer everything came to a halt.
My mum was outside waiting for me in the garden when I got home.
sit down,
what?
no.
a month, maybe two.
no!
Two months later I stayed home from school, laying in bed with my baby for two days, and another alone. It didn't really start to hit me that I was about to lose something that had been so close to me for so long. Not until his breath started to die out, each getting raspy, slower, shorter.
Up until the very last one.
The last breath is always the worst, because it's the end, and I knew it. No more of that dumb dog, no more taking him for walks, no more drool. No more.
it's the wrong time for somebody new,
it's a small crime, and I've got no excuse.
give my gun away when it's loaded.
if you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it?
