I got a call late last night from my dad. He and my mom were sitting with our dog ,Taylor, they didn’t think he’d make the night after he had a fit. They sat with him, petted him and even brought one of the blankets I’d left behind to put near him in the hopes he’d smell me and maybe feel like I was there with him.
He was the smartest, brightest and most youthful puppy. We got him when he was a year and a half old and he lived a happy life with a big yard for fourteen years. He’d check to make sure I was home every night before going to bed himself. He gave the best hugs, basically falling on you and leaning into your arms. He snuggled and was always so happy to see you when you came home or just passed him in the hall. I cried when I moved out. It was a difficult goodbye. I couldn’t explain where I was going or how much I loved him. I hope he knew.
I’ll miss you, bubby. You got me through some hard times. I love you so much.