Bobie’s Adventures

Bobie was born July 3, 2003, in a small town, Southeast of San Antonio, called Shiner, Texas, the runt of a litter of 9.

Since he was the runt, the puppy mills owner was going to put him down, because, supposedly no one wants a runt of the litter, and all these dogs are bred for registering thru the American Kennel Club. Bobie was eventually registered, under a different name, and does have papers, somewhere.

One of my sisters, who I don’t associate with anymore, holds the registration papers where she lives, if she even has them anymore.
Anyway, she took him home when he was three weeks old, so I have known this little man since he was a baby, literally.

In 2005, October I think, we moved her, Bobie, and one of my brother’s sons, back to the Texas Panhandle to live up here, and they did until late 2006, when she moved to New Mexico, then back to the Central Texas area. Little Bobie stayed here with my mom and I, where he has been since.

I pretty much referred to him in the beginning as, “My man Bobie”, and he went everywhere we went, and loved it. About the only time he didn’t get to go with us, is if we had somewhere to go where we were going to be, where it would literally be too long for him to stay in the car, then he would stay at home, where he could be more comfortable, and either watch tv, play with his toys, or sleep.

He loved going in the car with us, either to Amarillo, or Clovis, NM. Everywhere we went, people just had to pet him, hold and play with him. He was a little celebrity, and he loved the attention he was getting, and never met a stranger, he didn’t like.

When mom and I would eat at Golden Corral, I would always sneak some steak, ham, burger, chicken out to him in the car. He loved it, and learned where we were, when we pulled into a parking spot there. It was the same, if we went to Sonic, McDonalds, or another restaurant, he knew he was getting something too, and not just his food at home. Even when we stopped for an ice cream cone, at McDonalds, he knew he was getting one too. You might say, the little stinker was spoiled, and the sad part, he knew it too. He had me wrapped around his little finger, instead of the other way around.

He always did something to make us laugh, make us cry, make us proud of him in some way, but never disappointed. I called him our little person, and very rarely did I refer to him as a pet. He got to where he could think for himself, and basically tell you what he wanted, not in people talk, but his whining, growling, barking, and body actions. If he needed to go potty, he’d growl low, which meant, “Hey, I’ve got to go, so get up, and let me out. NOW!” Or, if he was getting hungry, a low whine. If he just wanted to go outside, he would go to the front door, and one or two barks, then he’d wait, and lots of times, he’d wait until you went into the bathroom, before he wanted to go outside. If you were around him very long at all, you would learn his actions, voices, and know exactly what he needed, or wanted.

It was funny too, anytime it rained, or snowed, and he’d start out the door, and see what it was doing, he’d stop, and decide, “Do I really need to go to the bathroom that bad, or can I wait a bit. Sometimes he’d wait, and sometimes he would go on, out the door, and take care of business, and get back in. He would always let you know when he was back at the door, with his one bark.

Mom passed away in July of 2014. Not only was I sad, and crying, so was little Bobie. He would jump up in my lap, and cry, and kiss me, and look down the hall to where her bedroom was at. I know his little heart was breaking, because mine was too. We would cry together, and he would try his best to give me a hug, which prompted me to hug him even tighter. I promised him, I’d always be there to love him, and take care of him, until one of us was no longer here.
That day came, yesterday, November 21st, at 7:18 in the morning.

He’d been feeling ill for almost a week, but had been eating, a little here, and a little there, but nothing like his normal eating habits. On Monday, he just wouldn’t eat at all. I continued to give him his baby aspirin, and allergy medicine. Later, he still did not want to eat, and I started getting concerned. I took him to the doctor (vet) office to be looked at. Because I didn’t have any cash on me, or checks (I don’t use checks), they wouldn’t see him. They don’t take debit cards, and that’s all I use. So, I brought him back home. He looked at me, and I didn’t know what to tell him, but I’m sorry. He just laid his little head down. At the time, he was breathing pretty good, nothing to be too concerned about. He had been sick before, and it had cleared up, without a problem, but Tuesday afternoon, his breathing had become clicky, and I tried to get him into another vets office, one that would take a debit card. But I found out, I was overdrawn, so I tried to pawn a 9MM hand gun, to get the money, to take him back to the doctors office, the pawn shop wouldn’t do it, because my gun had a little bit of rust on it, in the holster.

Because, I couldn’t take him to the doctor, I went back home, picked my little man up, and cried uncontrollably, telling him, “I am so sorry my little man. I don’t know what else to do.”
Later on, trying to figure out, how to get him into see the doctor, I remembered my insurance policy having a cash value to it, but not knowing how much was there, or how to go about getting a loan on it. So I called to find out. I got the paperwork faxed to them, but it was too late.

My little man; my little Bobie went home to be with the Lord. He knew he wasn’t going to make it, so he gave me a kiss, laid on my chest, gasping for breath. At 7:18 AM, he went to Heaven.