I got Cosmo when he was a puppy. Thru puppyhood, he was mischievous: licking the kitchen drainpipe, bringing rocks into the house and chewing holes in our underwear. He loved to run after bunnies in our yard. Once, he caught a dove in his mouth and brought it inside to show my mom. I remember seeing him for the first time: Christmas 2006. My dad brought this BIG box into the room and set it down in front of me. I opened it and there was this adorable ball of fluff inside, wagging his little tail. He was there when I had my first boyfriend at 17 and first kiss. but , that’s a story for another time. He used to be this active dog, always pawing at the door to be let outside, so he could chase away the bunnies in the yard. Then , he lost his sight in both eyes and his hearing too. So, at the ripe old age of 13, we made the decision no pet owner wants to make: my mom and I took him to the Humane Society’s vet clinic to end his suffering. Mom fed him multiple treats to keep him calm. When we first entered the room, he began pacing around it and the vet tech administered something to make him sleepy and shaved some of his fur off in order to put a catheter in his leg. Then the vet entered the room and inserted a needle into Cosmo’s leg that contained the euthanasia drug. It was over in a matter of minutes. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room: I bawled my eyes out over Cosmo’s body. The pain of letting go is something I’m still dealing with. But I’ll always have my memories of him.