December 18th 2010, will be always remembered as one of the saddest days of my life. My companion and dearest friend, the one who lived to tell all the stories of my teenage years, the one who always knew how to make me smile, even on the darkest days, the one who always smiled himself ... was gone forever. My "puppy" died yesterday of old age... He was 15.. This blog post is dedicated to him. I can't tell you enough stories , how many things I remeber from this dog

I will never forget,

The first time I saw him, when he first opened his eyes, the only puppy out of 7 that wouldn't get off his mother's breast for any reason at all

When my mother brought him home, and was sleeping with his front and back legs wide spreaded on her lap

That he was so young when we got him , that his vision wasn't clear enough and he would bump on the sofa's, and then he would just sit down and try again....with this funny uber cute puppy walk

That he would actually walk into his plate to reach the other side of it instead of walking around it

When we scolded him, he would then always beg us to pick him upo and place him on the sofa where we were sitting, and then he quietly squished himself behind us to pee on us for revenge

His first bark

That he was scared of the toy santa i had next to the Christmas tree and kept barking at it, and when i was hiding it, he went straight to the tree and he would start pulling the toys he could reach

That i would carry him in my jacket when i was visiting my father's for the weekend , because he was too young to be let out 

When he grew up , he always hated it when I bathed him, but he always get in the tub on my first call and stay completely still till i let him out. And then he would grab the towel i was drying him and play with it . And he always loved it when i used the dryer on his chest

All the chew toys he loved to throw out he balcony - he actually tried to bark with them in his mouth, thus dropping them-

The way he always stood up the railings so we would hug him

All the cars and cats of the neghborhood that were under his "protection". He would bark whenever someone approached a car , or whenever a cat tried to  carelessly cross the street

That he would jump around and try to lick everyone's face

That you could put your hand in his plate while he was eating, but he would growl if you did the same with your foot

That he always shared his food with the pidgeons

That HE was was the one who would take me for a walk

That he loved when i tossed him treats , and grabed them from the air

That he always give you his front paw and push your hand down to scratch his chest

That he tired to bite the bees and they always sting him, causing his lips to swell

That he loved scratching his house every single night till his last day

That he always run to me , whenever I clicked the door knob. Even when he was sleeping deeply

That he would start barking when we were returning home, even if we were 1 block away and he couldn't see us

For the last 2 years his back legs were weakened. He couldn't stand on railings any more. It was kind of hard for him to get out of his house. But he kept walking up and down most of the day. We were giving him vitamins. His vision and hearing ability wheren't great either.  Lately we had to go straight outside   his house and pet him , for him to take notice of us when he was asleep. He also had  a heart issue and has taking heart pills. last time we took him for Vaccines the doc's words were straight " Let's hope we'll see him next year".

One month ago , I saw a dream, I don't remeber it, but I knew that the time was close. When I was leaving 2 weeks ago, he was acting like crazy, barking at me, for leaving. I said "see you in 2 weeks, goodbye now" but it sounded and felt weird. Yesterday morning I woke up  with this weird feeling, a weird strong sadness. A few hours later I would be back home. But while i was getting my stuff ready I receive a call from my uncle.

" I'm here with your dad, at your place. I came to help him because Ivan is not feeling ok. We called the doctor, we might have to take him there. If anything happens, would you like us to take care of it?"I was speachless, I was trying to pull myself together, holding myself from falling leaning against a table.  " i want to see him first, I want to say  goodbye"My uncle replied "Yes, I understand, but what if something happens within half an hour? The doc said there's a high chance"At that point I was crying "OK. Just make sure they treat him right"Half an hour later I receive a call from my mother telling me that he was gone. He was gone and I wasn't there. I never said a decent goodbye. I wasn't next to him. I was 3 hours away.

R.I.P my puppy , you'll live forever in my heart, my soul and mind. I love you and miss you forever.

Ivan, Oct 15th 1995- Dec 18th 2010