When I was growing up I seemed to be allergic to everything and I was unable to have a dog. I pleaded with my Mom … if I could only have a dog: a constant companion to play with. Our neighbors, the Franks, were retired and were very supportive by helping my single Mom. The Franks were always very kind to us giving us presents during Christmas and letting us swim in their pool during Summers. They would always help my Mom with babysitting or helping me and my brothers with school & house chores.
Then one day when I came home from school I saw Mr Frank playing with a dog. The dog was beautiful, a Golden Retriever. I fell in love instantly and I think so did the dog. Mr Frank asked me what he should call him and let me name him. I named him Bo. Soon Bo became my best friend. Mr Frank would take care of Bo but I was aloud to play with Bo during the day. Everyday I would rush home to play with my new friend. Bo & I were always together. I remember that I never felt lonely again.
As the years came and went, Mrs Frank passed, but I would still visit Mr Frank and play with Bo everyday. Bo who was extremely obedient was very well trained. Eventually I went away to College and while away at college, Mr Frank also passed. There was no one to care for Bo and my Mom felt she needed to take in Bo.
Although I still had my allergy issues, I would come home from school and play with Bo. It was during one of these visits that my Mom told me that Mr Frank passed away from lung cancer and that he had very serious respiratory issues. My Mom told me that Mr Frank saved Bo from the dog pound and that he struggled to keep healthy with long haired Bo in his house. But the Franks were so kind and giving that they wanted for me and my brothers to have a pet. They felt that a pet would teach responsibility.
But when I learned Mr Frank had lung cancer and struggled with his breathing in order for me to have a dog, it made me realize true kindness I had never experienced before.
