I'm gonna be really, really emo for a little bit. Just bear with me. I got my dog directly after we moved back to Lenoir City, Tennessee (where I was born) from Prattville, Alabama. I was just entering second grade at the time. I didn't know anybody when we moved back here. I missed the couple friends I had, and nobody at my new school wanted anything to do with the fat new kid that didn't speak unless he absolutely had to. I talked mom into letting me get a puppy, and we went to look at dachsunds cause my parents thought that'd be okay to have cause they don't get very big. We got to the breeder and the biggest one in the litter ran over and untied my shoelaces. We bought him, put in in the car, and when we got back to the house, I named him Homey. He's 15 years old now, and can't really control his bladder that well anymore. He's got a big nodule on his stomach, and a couple knots on his back. He has a little trouble walking sometimes, but I never notice any obvious signs of pain or discomfort. He's getting cranky in his old age, and mom says that a week ago or so he snapped at my nephew (who is turning 1 Saturday) from a distance. I can understand all that, and if he was obviously hurting I wouldn't have a problem with this, but mom wants to have him put down and... ****, man. I can't stomach it. I can't even imagine it. This dog ****ing adores me. I'm the only member of the family that he listens to every single time when I ask him to do something. There were times (especially when I got arrested when I was 15) that Homey was the only being in the entire world that wanted anything to do with me. Any time I go outside to smoke or whatever, he has to go with me, and he'll sit with his head in my lap the whole time and I'll tell him about my day and all that dumb ****. He never tells me what an ******* I am, never tells me how bad I ****ed up the other day. He's my best friend, and I don't know what I'm gonna do without him. I keep trying to think of a way to keep from having to put him down, but there's nobody to take him that I trust enough for it, and I don't want to take him to a shelter. Goddamn.