This is Loco, my chocolate lab that I got a late Christmas present.

He was very large when we adopt him, 4 months yet looks like an adult.

When I picked him out at the pet shop, he was terrified. You know this straight away when you approach a dog.

When we had him for a week, my parents discovered that he was mentally challenge: not 100% autistic, but he was showing psychological problems, that was assumed that it was the handlers from the pet shop.

He would be shaken whenever we approach him in his cage, he would pee at random, in and out of house, that we can barely potty train him. He was also very hyperactive, which didn't help with my folks, since I was a high school student, and parents had to take care of other problems at the time. But when I do get home, it's him and me, to the point that I give up on playing my old gaming consoles.

At that time, I was having a horrible life in high school. Bullied, lonely, and lost, I found no comfort except for books, my Game boy advance, and home, where my dog awaits. I found a friend that I could play with, and could care less about anything else but my friend. I saw his flaws as a challenge, honestly, to show my parents that I can look after my own dog. It was fun.

He was treated kindly, and was starting to warm up to us. Though he was very clever, that surprise us, that he was an escape artist; he could get out of the cage when we lock him in when we go out, he escape our backyard through the fences, with the fact that he undid the rope pivot base that hold him back, and can even open doors with handles. We also learn that he'll try to get his hands on green apples, as they were his favorite. Even my grandmother, who was against the idea of having a dog, started to warm up to him. Everyone was happy to have him in company,

But one day, he tried to escape, finally he didn't get out, but damage the water pipe that lead to our above ground pool, it leaked so much that it reached to our back neighbors basement and started to seep through his walls and create a mini flood. After being sued, this became the breaking point, my parents had decided that he was to hyperactive to stay anymore, and that the neighbor was becoming an intimidating threat. I was shocked. I felt that I had failed and let him down. I didn't believe it. But it happened, and was needed for everyone, including Loco.

I was taken out to dinner with my Great Aunt and Grandmother, in hope to sidetrack my mind on that day, in Spring, that my dog was given to my mom's friend, who owns a farm, and has alot of pets. For Loco, he was, as told, sad at first, but was having a blast, running on the farm and the woods. He was happy. I should of been happy for him, but I felt very lonely, sadden with failure, and a bit of betrayal, that he was happy without me. But I guess that I was selfish, and maybe it was better this way. He would be happy for the rest of his life.

As days, to weeks, to months, to years, pass by, everyone remembers Loco, and are happy receiving updates on how he's doing. Making friends, running with the wind, and never felt any sadness that he once suffered when we found him.

Even though I, we as a family, saved him, it was a friend that gave him a happy, fulfilled life.

I am glad he was happy to his last breath. I wish that I had seen him one more time, to say goodbye.

Goodnight my Friend. We all love you.

Sweet Dreams.