To my furry best friend,
When I first brought you home years ago, all I could think about was the mischief we would get into. I'd wake up the next morning, see your cute furry face and smile. When mom wasn't looking, I would sneak you food, and give you extra treats, even when you weren't being a "good dog." I share so many special memories with you over the years, as we'v both grown up together.
From running around in the backyard, to walks around the neighborhood, these memories I hold special with you in a different way than any human I know. And yet, the day came when I had to leave you for school (one of the biggest reasons I didn't want to go.) I asked mom if I could bring you with me, and considered ways to sneak you out of the house to live with me in my dorm room.
When you passed away, life wasn't the same. I didn't come home to your barks and wagging tail. I didn't come home
Some people think that pets are just pets, but to me, you were one of my best pals, and a honorable member of our family. Holidays would not-- and will not-- be complete without you around, trying to scavenge food or snuggle up next to someone on the couch.
And though you are gone, in pet heaven, you are and forever will be with me, and with our family. You have touched our hearts in our lives more then you can imagine. I miss you every single day, and will continue to. Thanks for being the best furry friend I could have ever asked for.
