
We have heard this phrase so many times, “Man’s Best Friend.” What could this possibly mean?
Well, as I have learned over the last 16 years, I had a dog named Precious. I raised her since she was 6 weeks old. She used to travel with me anywhere I traveled. Not only did she go anywhere I traveled, she would get spoiled at the same time. Precious as a young pup, loved McDonald’s Cheeseburgers (hold the condiments, just meat, cheese and bun). Well I like McDonald’s food also. We would go to McD’s at least 3 times a week and Precious would ride on my lap, going down the road and when we got to the drive thru, I would order her 1-2 cheeseburgers plain and a cup of water. I would get whatever I was getting at the time. I know you are all saying, that was not good for the dog, and definitely not good food for me. I know that now, but I did not know, that because of the time that I was bonding with Precious, we developed a unique friendship, truly my best friend.
Now you are asking, “Your best friend, but this is a dog, what about the people you hung out with, worked with, and whatever with?” Every single person that has come into my life in the last 44+ years, has either went their separate ways, we no longer communicate, or we have our differences and seem to be unable to come to an agreement about one thing or another. Now do not get me wrong, I have friends, family and co-workers that I am close with today, but each and ever one of them has a life of their own and has other priorities in their lives. For the last 16 years, I was the #1 priority to Precious. I truly believed that she could not wait for me to come home, when out for whatever reason and no matter if it was 10 minutes or 10 hours. I truly believe that she would give up her life for me, if my life was threatened. I also know that no matter how difficult things got (no food, cold weather, hot weather, moving from place to place, other animals coming into her territory, or whatever it was), Precious never said, “Forget this, things are too tough, I am going to find somewhere better.”
We may think this is silly. How many dogs run away from homes each year, because of whatever reason? How many owners of those dogs do not even care enough to find them? Now do not get me wrong, Precious has run away a few times, but there was a boy dog that had her fancy. Since moving from that area, she has never run away again.
I will stand on my convictions, Precious was truly my “Best Friend” for the last 16 years. I had to make the hardest decision in my life on Saturday, March 27, 2010. I had to let Precious go and put her to sleep. This was a very difficult decision and I do not regret it. Just like I feel Precious would have given up her life to save mine. I had to let her go, she was suffering miserably and it was not fair to let her suffer any longer.
Thank you God for bringing Precious into my life. For teaching me how to be a more caring person and to appreciate the little things in life. Thank you God for giving me the strength to make this decision and not make a bad decision for my own selfish desires.
If you have ever had a pet, that you consider your best friend, feel free to tell the story in a comment. I thank you for letting me share part of my story about Precious, I know that there are people out there, just like me that feel the same way about their pets, living or deceased.
To God be ALL of the Glory!

March 28, 2010 at 12:16 am
Well…I have a story. She’s still living, but still.
When I was 8 years old, my sister picked out a calico kitten and brought her home. I fell in love with this little kitten, Kalli. One night while I was sitting on my sister’s bed with her & kalli, my sister told me that Kalli would always be there to love me & keep me safe…then 4 days later, my sister was killed in a car accident. That cat became my sister. She was a moody cat…she really didn’t like a lot of people…I don’t think she even liked me…but every night, she would jump up on my bed & sleep with me. I felt safe with her there…it was like my sister was there.
Now, I’m 18 years old…and every night, that 12 year old 15 pound calico cat waddles into my bed & struggles to jump up on my bed. She lays down beside me…and she makes me feel safe.
Not only was she was my best childhood friend…she took my sister’s place after she died.
Kalli is old…and she’s fat…and I can tell she’s in pain. I know she’s going to die soon…and when she does, it’s going to be like losing my sister all over again…I can’t even imagine it…
But I do want to thank her for all of those nights of sleeping with me…for letting me constantly pet her…for hating everyone in the world except for me. I love you Kalli…hang on for as long as you can…but when it’s time for you to do, I’ll understand.. <3