Goodbye Baby Boy

Sancho and the Peeg String

Sancho and the Peeg String

For the last 9+ months of my life I have shared an extremely special relationship with my English Bulldog, Sancho. In fact, somewhere along the way he became more of a son to me than a pet. I suppose I could blame living up in solitude on a mountain for weeks on end for the transition, but I believe it was much more than that. Of course I have had pets before, too many to count in truth. He was different though.

Love at first sight and the beginning of a special friendship

Love at first sight and the beginning of a special friendship

We crossed paths entirely by chance when I swung into Petland late one Saturday after losing a volleyball tournement. He was the first puppy I saw in the first glass window right up front. I asked an employee there if I could play with him and he informed me that due to a recent policy change I could only play with him if I was a “serious buyer”. I asked him the price and upon hearing it I sadly responded that I did not have that much money available. The employee looked at me with a smile and responded, “How’s your credit”? 2 hours, 50 pages of financial forms and a few pig-farts later I had my baby boy.

I literally had gotten him about 50 feet out the door when I decided to set him into a patch of grass and let him pee. Within seconds a girl in a Volkswagon drove up and said she adored my dog. That never seemed to change over the months. Anytime we went to Petsmart, or to the dog park, or volleyball gym, or anywhere for that matter, he was the dog that everyone wanted to pet, and take pictures of. He was after all, adorable, approachable, a bit goofy, and he always seemed to be smiling.

I had some difficulty coming up with a name for him. I went back and forth with several before settling on Sancho, (the other man). Since making that decision he has also been called, in order of frequency, Peeg, Pig, Meatball, Stanky Wanky, Baby Boy, Brown Pot, Bubba Frank, Hweet Pea, Cerdito, Chancho, Piglet, Pumba, Hamlet, Pikes Peeg, Monkey, and Truck Nutz.

When I took my new job in Colorado Springs, I brought him with me so we could keep each other company at the remote cabin I had chosen to rent. He immediately took a liking to snow (a giant flavorless snowcone to him), the cold, wearing clothes, attacking the peeg-string, and especially hiking. He also loved riding around with me in the car.

Pikes Peeg

Pikes Peeg

When I wasn’t driving around, hiking, climbing, or playing sports (working) Sancho would sit in his reclining chair like a normal little boy would and patiently wait for me to return my attention to him.

Peeg Chair

Peeg Chair

I realized immediately that I needed him around as much as he needed me … or more. I would talk to him, joke with him, vent, wrestle with him when I was stressed, and kiss him, perhaps thousands of times. I could see in his eyes and actions how much he loved me, and how much a simple act like a quick head-scratch meant to him. Did I mention he would actually smile?

I lost my Baby Boy yesterday. I was the last to see him before he died, the first to see him in his horrible condition after he had passed, and ultimately the one responsible for his death. I have literally felt my entire life come crashing down. I suppose it was a bit like when Tom Hanks lost Wilson in Castaway, but of course much more than that. I spent the evening driving around and crying like any grieving partent would. I still talk to him.

So today I am sitting in the Cabin and all I can hear is the buzz of the fridge. No more jingling tags, no farts every 3-5 minutes. Just silience. His toys are all over the place, his two beds and chair are empty, and I suppose I am too.

I miss you more than you will ever know Baby Boy, more than I have missed anything in my life. I would do anything to bring you back or to let you know how horrible I feel and how much I loved you. I can only hope that somehow, somewhere you are running around the dog park smiling, without a leash.

Yo Siempre Te Amare Mi Cerdito

Yo Siempre Te Amare Mi Cerdito


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