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June 16th 1996
At the age of eighteen, I had just moved to the big city, New York City to be exact. I settled into my new apartment on Bank Street in the heart of the West Village and had the world ahead of me. The only thing missing was a dog. I had always been an animal lover, and grown up with dogs all my life. But this time, I wanted a dog I could call my own, and my mind was made up. Off I went to the Humane Society with my boyfriend in tow. We walked up and down the aisles of lost, abandoned and abused dogs. It was heartbreaking, how could these beautiful and sweet dogs, all sizes, ages and breeds just be discarded like garbage? As we walked down the aisles, the dogs would run forward to the front of the cage barking, signaling for attention, or even more...to be saved. As I turned the corner, I caught this beautiful little fox out of the corner of my eye. She wasn't barking, she wasn't running, she was sitting quietly with her big beautiful brown eyes screaming for help. I stopped in my tracks, turned and walked toward her cage. She lit up, as I moved closer. As the employee opened the cage, she gently walked up to me and layed at my feet. She was mine, and her name was Kabra.
Kabra was a sweet girl who had obviously been abused prior to us finding each other. We worked through her challenges, and Kabra learned to trust, and she always loved. Shortly after bringing Kabra to her new home, I brought her to visit my parents in nearby New Jersey. I planned on making a trip to our usual vet to have Kabra spayed while at my parent's home. After being at my parent's no more than two hours, Kabra made an escape. She ran across the street to my friend's house. I quickly ran after her, but it was too late, she was MATING! I was horrified. How could I raise a pregnant dog, what would I do with all of her puppies? And so it began, doctor's visits, pleading with friends and family to take a beautiful puppy. I spoiled Kabra, and made sure she was happy and content. After what seemed to be mere weeks, Kabra had six darling little puppies, all with black and white fur tuxedos and fresh to the life ahead of them.
I could't deny myself, I knew I had to have one and I knew just which one. He was beautiful, strong, smart and feisty. He was all black with a white chest and paws, he was the first to stand and the first to open his eyes, I named him Bowery. Bowery was loyal and quick, he wasn't a fan of other dogs, because he thought he was human. As he turned from puppy to dog, he still traveled everywhere with me, despite being fifty pounds. We would go to parks, friend's houses, shopping and his absolute favorite was car rides. We grew up together, Bowery a young dog and I was a young adult. He was my best friend.
In 2001, I moved to Los Angeles. Apparently, I thought I could act, and was ready to show the world what I was made of. Bowery and I made our cross country flight to the City of Angels and were ready to start fresh. He was just as feisty as he had been five years before. He would always make his presence known in our home. If he didn't like a boyfriend, they would know it right away. If he didn't like a neighbor...yep, they would know it. We would take are usual trips, car rides and park outings, walks in Runyon Canyon, drives down the PCH, it was wonderful...for both of us. Los Angeles was exhilarating, and I had more fun that I should of. But by the age of twenty seven, I was beginning to get "the itch", the itch to settle down. So off we went, Bowery and I picked up and moved to Miami. Once again, we made the cross country journey and we were starting fresh. We arrived to sunshine, both older than years past, but still young and spunky.
After four years of living a wonderful life in sunny Miami Beach, it seemed like Bowery was tired. Bowery was now thirteen years old, and just beginning to show signs of slowing down. He would walk just a tad bit slower, need a boost getting into the car, didn't walk as far on our daily walks - you get the picture. So I adapted. I walked slower, I picked him up, we cut our walks in half. Throughout it all, one thing remained, his loyalty. Bowery would still lie next to me every night, nudging my hand for petting and approval. He would follow me room to room, so not to miss a beat. He would wait for me patiently to return from work, greeting me with kisses.
It is now 2012, and I am so proud to say my Bowery is still here. He just celebrated his sixteenth birthday this month. He still lays next to me, and knows when I need love, because I am having a bad day. He is the only one left out of his brother's and sister's, and he is a fighter. He can't hear great, can't see perfect and takes a while to get around, but I love him and he is just as beautiful as he was sixteen years ago as a puppy. I love him for always being loyal to me, when times were good or when times were bad, Bowery was there. He has shared in so many life milestones, as he has been with me my entire adult life. Marriage, divorce, loss of twins, birth of my daughter, happiness, sadness...everything. For that, I love him eternally and unconditionally, as he has me. I do whatever I can to make his life as easy as possible. I carry him up and down the stairs, make him special meals, pay $300.00 monthly vet bills, but damn it, he is worth it. I wake in the middle of the night to check on my Bowery, and often fear of the unforeseen future. When that sad day comes, I can guarantee two things...I will be forever heartbroken, yet forever grateful. I have been blessed with this beautiful creature that has brought me nothing but love, loyalty and happiness for at the very least sixteen years of my life.
I love you Bowery.
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