We Miss You

For as long as I can remeber, whenever my family and I would go out of town on vacation, my great-grandpa would tend Cosmo. They were practically best friends. My grandpa loved seeing Cosmo, and Cosmo even knew the word "grandpa". It was such a joy to see them together. But in the spring of 2012, my great-grandpa became very sick. He started to get better while staying at a nursing home. Luckily, they allowed pets and we were able to bring Cosmo in to visit. We didn't realize that that would be the last time they met. And neither did they.

Although there are not pictures of my grandpa and Cosmo together, here's a picture of my grandpa and me dancing in 2007.

As my great-grandpa started improving, my family decided it was alright to continue with our vacation planned to San Francisco. My grandpa was still in the nursing home, so we let Cosmo stay with a close friend of ours. The third day that we were there, we received the horrible, shocking news of my grandpa's passing. In all of my grieving, as stupid as it sounds, I couldn't stop thinking about him and Cosmo never spending time together again.

That summer, my parents went to Las Vegas for a few days with my brother or me. So I took Cosmo over to my great-grandma's so I could feed him and whatnot there. Cosmo, having been to my great-grandparent's house many times, knew that this meant grandpa time. But when Cosmo was laying at the back door where my grandpa would always sit and let home, and no one came, I could tell he was sad. Dogs are known for being able to read humans' emotions, but I think it works both ways. I hadn't ever seen my dog that sad. We sat at the back door in the dark for at least an hour while we mourned. It was a tough day.

As my family and I went down to Moab, UT this weekend to mountain bike, we had to leave Cosmo all alone at home with a friend checking in on him twice a day. It sparked all of these memories and recognize the relationship ship that my grandpa and dog shared. Dogs truly are a man's best friend. Or girl's

My best friend and I the day we moved out of our old house- September 13th, 2013.

R.I.P. Grandpa. We miss you.