Dear best friend, the best friend with four paws.
It was a normal day for anyone, but that day was torture for me. I had to take you to a place where you always came back home. When you left the house that day, you didn’t know it was going to be your last car ride. When it was time to take you inside, you just crawled up into my lap. And trust me, you were a big golden retriever so being a lap dog was never your thing. For those 5 minutes though, you were my lap dog. It killed me because it felt like you knew what was about to happen and you wanted to be with me forever.
It was 1:30 pm on a Monday afternoon. They led us to the back room and by this time I was already a mess. How could I let something take away my best friend? I’m not talking about the vet, I’m talking about the cancer. Leukemia to be exact. How could I have known that you had cancer flowing through your blood? How could I have stopped it?
You took your last breathe with me laying down on the floor right beside you. I’ve laid down beside you for 3 months straight and it was always to go to bed. Only one of us was going to be waking up from sleep that day. I didn’t want to say goodbye to you but I didn’t want to be selfish. I had to know that doing this, this would end your suffering. I had to think that you would be okay with the others dogs that had an impact on the people around me.
Friday at 3:30 pm I got the call I could bring you home. You came in a fancy box with your name spelled out on top. They even gave me your paw print, it was a nice gesture. You were finally home, just not in the form I wanted you to be in. It hurts everyday you’re not by my side. The nightmares don’t stop and I’ve lost my cuddle buddy for the nights to come.
You’ll never be forgotten. You’ll never be unloved. 10 years with you wasn’t long enough but you will still be loved forever. There will always be a piece of my heart missing, and that hole will always be saved for you.
Love, your best friend with two feet