To my poor baby,
You know, I have known you for most of my life. You came into my life when you were just a puppy. You slept with the adult you came to know as "Daddy," and you made me a nervous wreck because I could not tell if you had to go out or not. Nevertheless, you made me so happy. Your little ears and tail made me smile every time I saw you.
As you got older, you seem to keep your spark. Your size did not matter as you ran to chase the squirrels or explored the neighborhood. You would wag your tail and greet me at the door when I would come home from school, and lay by me on the couch.
You are getting older now. You do not run as much as you used to, and you just raise your head when I come home. And now something is wrong with your body.
When you get sick, this worries me extremely. One day you are normal, and then the next you are losing weight at an exponential speed. Waiting on the doctor's word for your diagnosis is terrifying and makes me think. You have been in my life for so long, and now a force such as a disease wants to take you away from me.
You were so healthy, and now seeing you lying on the floor with your sad eyes and droopy ears disheartens me. All I want in the world is to see you get better and run like you used to. I want you to greet me as you used to.
I fear for the future for our relationship. I am not ready to say goodbye. I hope this illness will go away, and we will have a few more great years together.
Above else, I do not want you to suffer.
Take care,
Your worried owner
