The Blacklight Kumos
Owner: Tigress

Age: 2 years, 8 months, 2 weeks

Born: February 23rd, 2017

Adopted: 2 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: February 23rd, 2017


  • Level: 4
  • Strength: 8
  • Defense: 10
  • Speed: 8
  • Health: 11
  • HP: 10/11
  • Intelligence: 13
  • Books Read: 12
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Kennel Cleaner

My ex-boyfriend's family left their "family" dog behind whenever they moved away. They left him in their house with no food, water, or way to get out. After weeks of him living in solitary confinement, we were informed of the situation. We rescued him immediately. I didn't have to fight to keep him in the "divorce". But I sure as hell would have, had I had to. I don't know how good or bad his life was before me. But when we finally found each other, that's all that mattered. We were true soul mates. And I loved that dog with all my heart. He was an old man whenever I took him in. But he still had so much life left in him. He was there during my first love and heartbreak. He was there whenever I had my daughter. He was there whenever I needed someone to cry on. To love. He was my best friend. After five years or so with him, not nearly enough time, he suddenly started acting old. He couldn't move much, let alone get up the stairs. He couldn't control his bladder or his bowels. He barely ate. Little did I know, he was fighting cancer in his mouth. I never even thought to look in his mouth. Until the day it opened up. And it was pouring blood everywhere. They said it had spread throughout his body. That there was nothing I could have ever done. And that I should consider putting him down. But how could I even entertain the idea of "killing" my best friend? Because I loved him. Because he would have shown me the same mercy had it been the other way around. Because he was hurting. And his eyes told me he loved me. And that he needed me to do the hardest thing I've ever had to do. To let him go. To give him peace. I fashioned a diaper around his muzzle to catch the blood pouring from his mouth. By the time we got to the vet, he barely managed to get out of the car, only to collapse at the front door. He had lost so much blood that he couldn't even hold himself up anymore. They put him on a stretcher. They brought him inside. And they put him on the table. His breathing was so slow already, that once they gave him the shot, it was so peaceful. The doctor cried with me. And I still cry. I will probably never stop crying. But I know that he is happy and healthy and running around in Heaven. And that he will be the one to come and get me whenever my time comes. Because we walked side by side in this life. And we will walk side by side in the next. Good byes are not forever; good byes are not the end. They simply mean I'll miss you; until we meet again. RIP CHEROKEE.

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