My Dearest Chuck,

It has been six days since I found out you were put down peacefully three weeks ago. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't be there, I'm sorry we couldn't do more. I'm sorry we made you suffer for as long as you did.

You haven't left my mind since I found out. I think of all the amazing memories we had in our eleven and a half years together. From day one when you chased seven year old me up the swing set slide to the last day I saw you when we laid on the living room rug as you allowed me to give you a belly rub- your favorite.

My life wouldn't have been half as amazing as it was without you. You weren't just a dog and I wasn't just your master. You truly were mans best friend. You always knew when I was upset and would sit with me. You always knew when I was sick and would not leave my side. When it was just you and me in the house, you lost your friendly attitude and instantly became a strong guard dog that people would be afraid to approach.

You filled our household with your amazing presence. Everyday you made all of us smile by just being yourself. You were definitely the wild child of the family from terrorizing Mom by destroying everything she owned or by just constantly taking every belonging she had and making her chase you to us walking into the house finding you sleep in the most absurd locations and positions.

There was nothing I looked forward to more than walking into the house everyday from school waiting for you to greet me. It was never small, always huge and blown out of proportion like you haven't seen me in months. You tackled me, kissed me, then would start to act up and want to wrestle.

While most people might remember you for being the dog on top of the couch in the window, I'll remember you as not my dog but my brother. Rest In Peace my sweet puppy, we'll love you always.

Until next time,

Josh