If you know me, you also know about Apollo.
He’s been a part of my life since just a few days before
I turned 21. Within a week he nearly scared me to death when he ran away from
home for about 90 minutes. A year later he jumped out of my car window trying
to chase after another dog. He destroyed my belongings, made me late for class
or work countless times, and nearly got me evicted from my rental at college –
all before he turned 2.
He IS my life.
Apollo journeyed with me across the country to North
Carolina. Migrated to St. Louis and became a frequent flier on our plane trips back
home for the holidays. Logged thousands of miles alongside me as we made our
triumphant drive back to California. He’s sat and patiently waited for me to return
from work in every place I’ve called home since college. The guy has been the
best roommate ever (except when he’s stolen my food, but that’s the definition
of a roommate).
He’s taught me a lot.
Being a doggy dad has been such a proud accomplishment in my life. He helped me to develop a well-honed parental sense – putting him ahead of everything and everyone, including myself. I’ve learned to think about the future while factoring in a dependent as it relates to everything: physically, mentally, and financially. The patience that I’ve gained throughout the decades of having him alongside me has been a reward that I will carry with me each and every single day.
We are inseparable.
Owning a pet is (usually) only a fraction of a human’s life. In contrast, to that pet, you are, and always will be the whole world to them. Apollo fully embodied this sentiment, and I’ll share a prime example. At home, I don’t close the bathroom door – ever. He’s conditioned me to grant him the privilege of being by my side no matter what personal business I’m conducting. My business is his business.
Oh the joys.
When he naps with me. When he learns a new command and makes me proud in front of guests. When we play hide-and-seek at home. When he swallows his dinner in a fraction of the time it took for me to make it. When we go on walks (not in the rain). When he sticks his head out the window of the passenger seat. When he runs like a puppy through a big field of grass. When he welcomes me home at the door after a day at work. When he steals my dirty socks. When he’s sleeping in a sunny spot.
My boy is strong.
Sure, he’s a healthy 20-ish pound hound – but besides his dashing good looks, shiny fur coat, great genetics without any back/spine issues, and having surrendered most of his teeth to the Tooth Fairy – my furry little man has a strong will to live. Thanksgiving of 2019 he gave me a scare that cancelled a trip to see my future wife. But he fought through his ailments and I made him promise me one thing that winter: he has to be around to welcome Kelly to our home and to be a family together. His age started catching up to him in 2020 but we both pushed hard to find new routines. A lot of sleepless nights, new food recipes, and visits to the vet… eventually we found a manageable day-to-day lifestyle. I could tell that each month, each week, sometimes each day – that he was getting tired. But he wasn’t giving up and I knew that I couldn’t either, so I put on a brave smile for his sake and spent just a bit more time with him every day. He was able to keep his promise this year as we became a happy family of 3.
It’s sad and it hurts so much because of how much happiness and love I’ve received.
I truly lost the ability to contain my tears when I watched him struggle to eat and convinced myself that while it was just a coincidence, the tears in his eyes told me that he was only eating to make me happy. I knew that I couldn’t be selfish, and that he’s done more in his life for me than I can ever ask for. I don’t have to worry about being alone. I couldn’t bear myself to make the appointment – I told my wife that “I can’t push the button to confirm the appointment.” But I owed Apollo comfort and peace and had to let him go. In his final days, my strong boy enjoyed getting to see his uncle William + Leo, his grandma (my mom), and his auntie Michelle. I treated him to his favorite foods and in return, he proudly dragged me around our neighborhood on our last walks as if say “nobody will know I’m over 17 years old!”
Around 12:15PM on November 5th, 2021, we allowed Apollo to take his final nap.
My sleepy boy was already resting comfortably in his own bed when Dr. Smith from Rainbow Bridge Vet Services arrived. Myself and Kelly woke him up one last time to make him promise to return to us in the future as we held him close to our hearts. Even as he fell asleep with a big, relaxed, fulfilled smile I know for certain that he heard us and will fulfill that promise. We’ll meet him again, I know it.
Thank you.
For being my personal heater during cold winter days. For fulfilling my dream of being a dog-dad. For being patient with me when I went away for work. For comforting me and licking my tears when I had bad days. For tolerating the miles we’ve traveled together on planes or in cars. For keeping me company during COVID quarantine. For being such a well-behaved and smart dog. For making sure I won’t be alone. For loving me unconditionally. For being my best friend and my son.