Allow me this stage to honor one of my best friends.
“Is he scared?”
That has always been the question asked by people who first meet Cisco. We always say the same thing, “No. He just has a nervous condition.”
From an early age Cisco started getting the shakes. It is one of the things that always made people fall in love with him because you couldn’t help but want to snuggle with him to make him feel safe, even after you were told he wasn’t scared. He is also the only dog we have that doesn’t insist upon jumping on everyone that walks in our house. He just patiently waits for you to make your way in, and then he waits for you to come to him. Because he knows you will. Everyone does.
This is why he’s always their favorite. It doesn’t matter who “they” are.
We don’t have favorites, of course. We love all of our dogs equally.
But if we had a favorite? It would be Cisco.
Donnie and Cisco have been together longer. Almost 10 years now. Because Donnie brought Cisco home, someone brought Lil’Girl to him months later as a stray. And they would have a litter of puppies together that would give the extended family Daisy and Rosco who would go to live with MrZ’s parents. Essentially, when Donnie brought home Cisco? He paved the way for three other dogs to enter our family. He is the patriarch of the Bostons in our lives. Hell – he’s the patriarch of our cats too.
Cisco doesn’t like it when people hug. I’m not sure why. He doesn’t like dancing either. Or when we do workout videos. I’m the most thankful for that last one. Always gave me a good excuse to opt out.
Cisco’s tongue is larger than normal and his teeth are too small. This means his tongue is always hanging out of his mouth just a little bit. Cutest. Thing. Ever. Trust me.
Cisco loves to hang out at my feet at the desk. He also like to cuddle under blankets and tables. I think he chooses the shelter to protect him from the crazy female canines he’s forced to live with. They don’t do much to help a guy relax, that’s for sure.
We’re taking Cisco in today. I can’t even say what we’re taking him in to do. But we’re doing it. And we’re going to stay there with him until he’s gone. We owe him that. This last weekend has been perfect. Well, as perfect as it could be with a dog whose body is shutting down under the weight of cancer. But he’s been in good spirits and allowed us to pamper him and snuggle with him and spoil him. I’m glad we had this weekend. Monday, he took a turn for the worse which is fate’s way of letting us know we’re making the right decision.
We’re going to miss him terribly. I cry as I write this. I don’t want to think of not seeing him when I wake up every morning. I don’t want to think of times on the couch without him at the crook of my legs. I don’t want to think about him not being here to bark at visitors and dancers alike.
I’ve always been the most intrigued by Eastern religions when it comes to the afterlife. I’m not a subscriber to the pearly gates of heaven, but I seem to be able to most wrap my mind around someone’s soul or consciousness, moving to a higher state of existence if they’ve reached their potential in a previous life. I really like that idea with Cisco. I want to imagine him continuing his journey elsewhere. I can’t imagine him gone for good. I don’t want to.
I guess if you’ve never lost a pet, or never been close to an animal, this may seem a little extreme to you. But for those of you who have dogs at home who run to the door to greet you when they hear your keys, or who lick your face and chew your shoes. Will you give them an extra big treat tonight? In memory of Cisco? Thanks.
Cisco with a much younger NikkiZ