(First, let it be known that I've never actually used the word 'besties' before today. Now on to the post.)
Pets have a crazy way of tugging at your heart strings - some more than
others.
I've had two best dog friends in my life, Hamlet Terrell and Baylee Anne. I know some of you may be wondering why a country bumpkin white girl like me had a dog with the middle name Tur-rell. It's a long story that has to do with boy. A boy who, like my dog, had the middle name Terrell.
Hamlet was a darling black and white cocker spaniel. He was a good buddy. His paws always smelled like Fritos. I called him Hambone. My pet's names evolve quite a bit over time:
Hamlet
Ham
Ham Boy
Hammy
Hambone
We were great friends. I sang to him, he followed me everywhere. He listened when I cried about stupid boys and mean girls in high school. My heart broke when I left him to go to college. I also had to endure him dying...twice. Gah! My dad called me one day after Hamlet (who, by that time, had gone blind) ran away one night during a storm. "Hamlet's dead. He ran away during the storm and we haven't seen him since. I'm sorry." Wow...poor Hammy. I felt so bad for him. He was probably scared. *wipes tear* (Death Part 1)
A few weeks later I got another call from my dad. "Well, we found Hamlet. He's doing good." Uh what? Huh? HE'S ALIVE!!!!! HAMBONE IS ALIVE! He had wandered down the road and a nice neighbor had taken care of him until he and my dad were reunited.
Then a little bit after that Hamlet really died of old age. (Death Part 2) I still can't help but wonder if he's living on an island with Elvis and Tupac right now. It could happen.
Today my best dog is Baylee Anne. Lovingly known as Ceph. Her name evolved like so:
Baylee
Bay
Baylee Bo Jangles
Bo Jangles
Fatty Bo Jangles
Fatty Bo
Bo
Bo Cephus
Ceph
Nick and I have called her Ceph for years and we always wonder why no one ever asks us why we call her Ceph. Ceph is a great dog. I've known her longer than I've known Nick. She was my best, best bud through college. She's been through a lot with me. We've shared tears (me more than her) and stories (again, me more than her), she's a good listener. She gets a little wild eyed, has been known to bite random people on the butt and occasionally gets her tail feathers ruffled over short people. But, the thing she hates the most in the whole wide world is Wheel of Fortune.

We found out last week that poor Ceph has malignant melanoma. She won't be with us much longer. I'm sad. She's my best dog. I love her so much. I've tried to pretend that it's not *that* big of a deal. She's old, it's bound to happen. We've grown apart since I had Mase...I'll be fine. Truth is, she's my pup. She's my friend. She's my girl. I love her. She's white and sometimes smelly. She smiles and has a long fluffy tail. I'm gonna miss her something terrible.
She had surgery last week to remove a tumor from her mouth. When Mason and I were going to pick her up I said "OK, come on Mase, let's go get our friend." He said, "Mom, she's not our friend. She's a dog." This made me so sad for him. I hope one day we have a dog he connects with in the same way I connected with Hambone and Ceph. I hope one day he has a best dog.
I'm gonna really miss Fatty Bo Jangles when she's gone.
- S