One day my grandfather came home and asked me to get a carton of cigarettes out of the back seat of the car. He had a grin on his face so i knew he was up to something. I hurried out in my eight year old body wondering what the real story was.
And inside a box, was a little black mutt with a white spot on his chest. I named him Fido. I have no idea what kind of dog he was. Mutt about sums it up, but he was a mutt full of love and energy!
Fido was awesome. Everyday after school he would run across the street from playing with the neighbors dogs to come play with me. I never got my books in the door. I had to set them down and play for an hour or so before i finally went in to do some homework. This routine went on for much of Fido's short life.
One day, i made it home and actually made it in the back door. I was shocked that i actually made it inside the house and was able to put my books on the table without being greeted by a very happy to see me little mutt.
Fido never made it across the street that day. He met his fate coming to play with me.
Love comes with a price. If i ever had to do it all over again, i would still spend the time i did with Fido. Some things, even if they have a tragic ending, are well worth it.
Treasure the relationships that you have because you don't know how long you've got.