Dear Greta,
You made Tuesday the worst day of my life but made my life the best one it could have been.
Your confidence and athleticism were always things I yearned for.
Your delicate ways complimented your alpha-female demeanor.
Your nose crinkle when I walked in after a long day, or even too much time apart from you, made the time I didn’t see you worthwhile.
Your front legs crossing over always made you seem so polite like I needed to step up my game.
Your jumps after the frisbee amazed me, especially since I could not jump to save my life.
Your nightly runs with Cory when you would chase him to the pond and back, and you would have bloodied your paws because of how hard you ran but you didn't care because you got to spend time with him.
Your sharp little teeth when we first brought you home that forced me to wear three layers of socks in order to not get ferociously nibbled on.
Your click-clack of nails that never seemed to be short enough when dad cut them.
Your all-star cuddling ability.
Your all-star spooning ability, to be more specific.
Your love for everyone. Your desire to be everyone’s mommy.
Your endless protection of everyone who is important to you.
Your ability to say “mama” when mom would say “tell me.”
Your way to become a sibling to me starting at the age of five.
Your endless desire to fight.
Your strength.
Your persistence.
Your vocal voice.
Your never-ending tail wags.
Your cold nose.
Your paws that smelled like Cheetos.
Your ginormous heart.
Your love.
You.
Thank you for making my life what it is. Without you, I would not have been me. I will never not miss you, and if I keep writing I will cry so hard I can’t see the keys.
All my love always,
Me
