24/11/2024
I had always dreamed of having a dog of my own, so when you first came into my life in 2015, I was the proudest man alive.
You were the most beautiful dog I had ever seen, and I was so happy to finally have you as my own.
From that day, it has always been you and me, you and me forever.
I was a dog walker when you first became mine, and every day you'd join me on pack walks, and we'd walk together all day every day.
You were amazing, everyone would compliment you, and I thought I'd got the magic touch!
You instigated this life of mine, and I decided that with you by my side, I would venture into working with dogs at a much deeper level.
Everything I asked of you, you gave it to me. You were *that* dog.
I could take you anywhere with me and you'd just follow with your nose to the floor while cocking your leg at every lampost in site.
You'd just take it all in your stride, while being in your own little world.
But on the 11th November, the day before my birthday, when you were sitting in a beam of sunlight, in the garden, like you loved to do.
My world crumbled. 💔
I knew something wasn't right.
I wasn't expecting this, I hadn't ever imagined my life without you.
I held you tightly in my arms while you went to sleep for your final time.
I walked out of the vets with you lifeless in my arms.
I took you to a place where I thought would be your resting spot, and I buried you there.
But as the night fell on the same day, and I was warm and cosy in the house, I couldn't stop thinking about you being in the cold and underground.
You never liked the cold. You hated it! You didn't mind walking in the cold and rain, but stood around in it, oh boy, didn't we know about it.
You were by yourself, underground, when you'd always been with me, you're special place to be.
So, I came back to get you, and I dug you back up. I took you home with me. I blew the muck off your body, and I tidied you up.
At that moment in time, you were teaching me again.
You've always guided my way, and even in losing you, you've shown me what to do in grief.
So, you went to be cremated the very next day, and now you're back at home, with me and the pack, where you'll always belong.
You taught me a lot of things in all those years.
You mended my heart with your presence. You broke it when I lost you, but you gave me everything, and I'm forever grateful for having had you in my life.
I felt so disconnected from the pack as the days went by from you passing away. I didn't feel part of it anymore.
I felt very alone and lost on my journey.
It felt like I've got all these dogs with me, and you are not here anymore guiding me.
We built this beautiful pack together.
You gave it, and me, everything.
I know within the later years of your life that you didn't do much, but you were still there waiting for me when I got home.
Out of everyone within the pack, who do you think was the weakest when you had left?
It was me...💔
This journey within our life that we started together...
"You may not be finishing it with me, but you'll be in my heart forever. "
Thank you for bringing your sunshine into my life.
My Sunny. 🩵❤️
