19/05/2025
Oh, my best beast. From abandoned puppy that no one else wanted, to the world’s most spoiled dog…you had me wrapped around your paw from the moment you first looked up at me on the day we met. Through the years, we faced a lot of challenges, including (but not limited to) eating my eyeglasses (multiple times), food thievery, (dis)obedience classes, eating flip flops (but only left ones), thunderstorms, fireworks, and the death machine known as the vacuum cleaner. Thank you for 12 years of hilarious Facebook material, with your unending sass. But along with the rough days, there were also amazing memories. Together, we hiked hundreds of miles all across the state, climbed mountains, took countless car rides, and celebrated 12 birthdays together. The very definition of spoiled, you ruled the house. A million toys, daily massages and home-cooked meals from Grammy, and hogging Papa’s bed. Whether we had bad days or good ones, know that you have been the best part of every single day. Thank you for being by my side. Thank you for making me laugh. Thank you for giving the greatest hugs, and for the way my kisses fit so perfectly into the crook of your forehead. My favorite cuddle bug, my notorious bed hog, my fiercest protector, my giant chicken…you will be missed more than you can possibly imagine. At 5:10pm, you crossed the Rainbow Bridge, while being held tightly in my arms. If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever. Thank you for being the best boy in the world.
