Bro Of The Year Candidate Takes Terminally Ill Dog On Epic Cross-Country Bucket List Adventure

Beware bros, this may cause your eyes to flood.

A New York City bro just took his pooch, Poh, on an epic seven week cross-country tour of the U.S. after the dog was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Neil Rodriguez adopted Poh from a shelter when he was just eight weeks old and 16 years later, he was given just weeks to live after  experiencing kidney failure.

Rodriguez, a DJ, was scheduled to be in Arizona for a gig in March, but decided he didn’t want to leave his best friend behind fearing that he could pass away at any moment.

So Neil, his fiancée, and Poh backed their bags and an IV drip for the pooch, and set out for Arizona. Poh did so remarkably well on the journey that Neil decided he wanted to make an adventure out of it, hitting iconic American attractions like the Hollywood Walk of Fame, Bourbon Street, the National Mall in D.C., getting strippers in Las Vegas (can’t confirm the stripper part), and touring the sites of his hometown city, NYC.

When the seven week journey was finally complete, Rodriguez estimates that they drove 12,000 miles and stopped in 35 cities. The entire adventure was documented in the Instagram account, “PohTheDogsBigAdventure.”

Check out the awesome pics below.

 







It’s been three months since Poh’s terminal diagnosis and Rodriguez reports that his pooch is still alive and in high spirits. Keep fighting, big guy.

This seems like the most appropriate time to give my dog a shoutout. We had to put my family dog, Bailey, down last night. GRIEVE WITH ME, BROS. Thirteen years ago, my mom came back from the mall with a garlic press and a puppy (yes, people actually do buy those puppies that look sad as fuck at the mall pet store). Bailey was the ultimate bro. Small but fierce. Neutered but still thirsty. And he never told a soul when he caught me masturbating. You’ll be missed, brotha.

[H/T NY Daily News]

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