To my four-legged best friend,
I hope you know how much I miss you. Sometimes I’ll be striding along a trailed path at the park we used to walk together and come across some dog owners or at a close friend’s house where their dog reminds me so much of you. They always seem to have your kind eyes, or your playful growl, or that silly little waddle as they prance across my path to greet me with a panting grin and a tail going near a million miles an hour, the same way yours used to. I still remember the way you’d wag your tail so hard that you’d even dislocate it twice a year. You were always so excited to meet new people.
Not a day goes by where I don’t think of you. I keep your pictures pinned to the corkboard above my desk to remind me of all of our memories together, like that picture of us playing in the snow, your face frosted with snowflakes as I sat next to the snowman I spent what seemed like forever to make. I miss your soft, gentle fur, and the way I would spread a dab of peanut butter on your nose and watch you lick every trace of that peanut butter until it was as if it was never there at all. You’d peer up at me with those dark brown eyes that would melt even the iciest of hearts, or the way you’d come inside from the back door after a hot day and plop yourself down on the tile floor to cool off, panting so fast it sounded like a train engine. I will never forget these tiny little memories.
Losing you was one of the hardest moments of my life, but I wouldn’t trade our memories for anything. You were the one who listened to me read an immense amount of children’s books to you as I learned how to read in the first grade, or how you were my snuggle buddy on the nights where my anxiety would get the best of me. You were there to lick away my tears after my heart had been shattered, or when my day at school had taken a turn for the worst. You had always been there for me, and I know that you still are now.
Hope you have plenty of stuffed toys up there in Doggy Heaven!
Love,
The Owner Who Secretly Fed You Under the Dinner Table
