To Louie, my sweet dog, in his last years of this life.
(I'm already crying and I've only typed twenty-eight words at this point.)
I remember being a little girl, only 7 or 8 years old I think. Mom and I were walking into our building and we saw another girl from the building with a puppy, so mom asked where she got the dog and she told us. We started the process of trying to get a puppy from the same people, and a few weeks later, you came into our lives. You were a sickly little guy with all kinds of worms and for a while, they weren't sure you were going to make it, but sure enough, you did, and here we are almost 12 years later.
You've been such a good best friend and doggy pal that a girl could ever ask for. I'll never forget our walks to the woods, our days of playing baseball and you'd always go get the ball after I hit it into the field. I'll never forget our days running in the sand and swimming at the beach. The memories I have of you are endless. Your kisses are my favorite and I never forget to give you a cookie when you come back in from going to the bathroom. I wish the days we've spent could last forever.
But, I see how the years have aged you, my Louie.
I slept on the floor with you after the surgery to remove your cancer spots a few years back because I felt bad that you couldn't jump on the bed. I've watched as it got harder for you to walk because arthritis hurts your bones, and we give you medication daily for the pain it causes you. I've seen you sick before and I've seen you pull through it but I know that age is something you can't pull through and that eventually, I'm going to have to say goodbye.
As each day passes, your bones hurt more and you struggle walking even more and it breaks my heart. Your 12th birthday is in a few days and that means that you're close to 80 years old in dog years. Facing the fact that I have to say goodbye soon is so hard, but as I've come to the realization, I appreciate my time with you so much more. I'm not so annoyed to give you the last pieces of my toast or giving you licks of my ice cream, because I know that when you're gone I'm going to wish that you were here to give my toast to and buy ice cream for.
Soon my sweet dog, your suffering will end but even so, I'm not ready to say goodbye.
When the time comes, I'll say my goodbyes to you but for now, just know you've been the greatest dog and I love you forever, my sweet Louie dog.