We got him when I was 12. Mom heard at her hair dresser that someone saw some very cute puppies in a pet store. Although my dad always said no to taking a dog, she went to look at them. She fell in love immediately with one of them and went straight home to us to tell us about it.We all called dad at work and begged him to let us take a dog. After a long conversation he finally agreed.
We went to the pet store with a little straw picnic basket and a blanket. We went back to the car with the cutest puppy ever. We didn't really know how to name him, till my aunt came to see the wonder and as they were all outside with the new puppy playing with him she called him "Uggi" (the cookie monster in Hebrew) and he came to her, "choosing" his name.
We had so many good times with him. He was a really smart dog, half cocker spaniel half terrier. He was very protective over us, so that when we took him for a walk he would bark at people at whom he wouldn't bark when we weren't around...
In the last few years my mom was alone with him at home. He got really really old and the vets said that he probably has all kinds of diseases and maybe even cancer. But he still ate and wanted to go outside. Slowly slowly he stayed in one room and could hardly walk anymore. I saw all that especially in the last week now, when Rob and I were there for 10 days.
Yesterday, just before our flight back to Germany, I went to see him and said goodbye. I knew it'll be the last time.
Today as my mom came back home from work, he cried a lot and shivered. It happened before already, and broke my mothers heart every time. This time she knew that she should take him to the vet. And so she did. And they put him to sleep.
My mom thought to wait and wait till nature takes him- but his dying was slow and cruel. She decided to help him and not let him suffer too much.
This is a very sad day for me. I grew up with him.
He was my first and only and best dog.
May he rest in peace.
