To my first furry friend,
I miss you. I hope all is well.
You made our family realize the importance how having a dog contribute to the family dynamic is, so thank you for that. We now have not one, but two furry, four-legged friends who roam our house, but neither will ever replace you.
The day you left us is still one of the most traumatizing days I have experienced. You were my first childhood bud and you always made me feel safe. The day we found out that cancer was invading your pancreas, we insisted on putting you through surgery despite the slim chance that it would help.
At this point, you were helpless but I was wishing you could speak. I was wishing you could help make the decision. It caused a lot of fighting in the household, but it ultimately the final decision of you having the surgery gave you 3 more months with us.
The day you collapsed on the floor by the doorway was the day we knew you were giving up. One of the worst days of my life. Half of our family was away and couldn't even spend time with you on your last breaths. Mom and I sat there with you for hours just sobbing, while you tried to keep your eyes open for us.
We even treated you to a nice, fat hamburger at McDonald's just for validation you were still there with us and would have a happy ending.
Some days I wish I came to put you down to receive validation that you were at peace, but others I am glad we had a happy ending of simple cuddles.
Anyways, I miss you pup. Thanks for showing us how much light dogs bring into the world.
Much love, always.
Sincerely,
Your family who misses you