I remember the first day we got you, nearly 14 years ago. I was six. You were so small. So full of life.
You grew so quickly, becoming the big dog we’ve known for so long. So many friends were made and lost on the way here, but you were always there. Even though you’d bark at nothing and smell bad from rolling in the dirt, it’s not going to be the same without you.
All I can keep thinking about was how excited you always were to see us, and me brushing it off saying you just wanted food. Maybe you did, but I should have been more grateful to have such a welcoming companion.
I know your days got longer. And your nights got harder. And getting out of bed wasn’t easy.
So maybe it was finally time you got some rest.
I’m sorry I didn’t spend more time cuddling with you, or playing with you or looking after you. And I’m sorry for not being by your side when you left us for good.
I will always love you and you’ll always be a part of this family.
Rest easy old man. I’ll never stop mourning you.