A poem to the best dog, ever.
I miss seeing your face first thing in the mornings.
I miss our morning cuddles while the alarm snoozed. You made it easier to wake up on gloomy winter mornings.
I miss your excitement at eating. It was like I could never give you enough.
I miss walking you around the neighborhood. My favorite walks were during the summer months, when we leisurely strolled for an hour, enjoying life.
I miss your sweet, toothless smile.
I miss how your tongue hung out one side and wondered how it fit into your mouth, and I was always concerned when I woke up and it had dried out during the night.
I miss your silly face and the way you loved to play.
I miss your energy for a senior dog, and you reminded me to be thankful for each and every day with you.
I miss your post-bath zoomies around the apartment. You really did hate baths.
I miss your hopefulness. You were always convinced that someone with a bag had treats for you, no matter how many said "no."
I miss trying to take photos of you since you were so camera shy.
I miss running with you to see Debbie, the lady who sells Streetwise in our neighborhood, for a mid-walk snack break.
I miss how you would shake for bread. I still don't know why, but you loved it.
I miss seeing your determination to get to whatever you wanted, especially bread. I remember when you first pulled the bread out of the bushes and I was both shocked and impressed.
I miss taking you on road trips up to Wisconsin.
I miss seeing you with 'food lady.' I know she misses you too.
We all miss you.
I only got to experience your wonderful spirit for a mere year and a half, but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.