Whoever said that you can’t choose family obviously never had pets. Maybe it’s just the fact that I’m a little obsessed with my BFFs (best fur friends), or that my family just happens to choose the best dogs to ever live, but to me, our dogs are so much more than the four-legged creatures that occupy our home.

As summer draws to an end, it has dawned on me that I will soon have to say the hardest goodbye once again. No, I’m not talking about my friends—they can come visit—and no, not my parents either (sorry Mom and Dad, but you come up to visit often). My most difficult goodbye involves saying farewell to my canine buds. The older I get, the more thankful I am for my dogs and the things they have taught me. I also become more conscious of the things I could have done differently.

To my dogs,

First, I need to thank you for putting up with me so long. I know now that it was more than intrusive when I would stick my face in the dog crate to peep a look at the sleeping animal. I’m also thankful that out of the hundreds of times I did this, I was only snipped at a few times. Growing up, you were also my real life baby doll. You let me carry you just like a mom would carry her newborn, and sometimes even wrap you in a blanket. I couldn’t count the number of times you let me dress you in ridiculous clothing for the heck of it. You always played along, and still loved me after my annoying kid-self grew up.

I will admit that I feel like I may not have given you the love you deserve. Yes, I have always made sure you have had food and water, adequate shelter, and a loving family. But I do feel like maybe I didn’t give you the time you gave me. Between sports, and school, and friends, I was hardly here with you in my last few years of living at home. It’s no surprise that I have never walked you as much as I should have, or didn’t train you as well as I could have, but I hope you’re still happy.

Mainly, I need to let you know how much I appreciate you. No matter how old I get, how much stress I am under, or what kind of mood, you always show me unconditional love. You are always down for rainy day cuddles and naps in my bed, and greet me with toy in tow as if to say, “Welcome home, now let’s play.” When I’m upset you’re the one I want to see, I know you’ll lay there (as long as I pet you) and let me vent. You’re more than willing to accompany me on a run or a car ride so I don’t have to be alone. I can never tell you just how much I love you or how much it pains me to see you grow old. So while we may not be able to choose all our family, I’m grateful that I ate least get to choose who becomes part of our home.