Bandito

Bandito was a pup when W found him. He was a scared mess under someone's car in Hialeah.

W had lost his dog in divorce a few years back and had just had a baby boy.

What a better thing than to have a little 'hairy' brother for your newborn son.

Bandito was a sweetie pie. When my dog L passed away I went into work to try to work thru my pain. Bandito knew I was sad and greeted me at the door - stayed close and was available for my hugs thru my tears.

Whenever W went away - we were the pet sitters from heaven - because Bandito knew that he could sleep with us and get on the couch. In return we got lots of love and a well behaved poochie.

My Mom has even watched Bandito when she visited. W and I would travel and W only trusted my family to make sure he was safe.

Saturday afternoon - during Bandito's brothers birthday party he saw a dog across the street.

B ran from the house and was hit by a car.

The driver didn't stop and left B on the side of the road to die.

W scooped B in his arms and rushed to the vet - but it was too late. Bandito died in his arms.

W's first call was too me. I knew as soon as I heard his cracking voice on the phone something terrible happened.

W wept as I sank on the kitchen floor and cried along with him on the phone.

Please hug your pets extra hard today. Make sure they stay close. And let them up on the bed.

You will miss them terribly when they are gone.