1/26/02 - 11/20/14
Heartbroken doesn't begin to describe us right now. My whole body aches for this sweet, sweet puppy. The dog who came to us as an abused, matted, wormy, dirty mess and was (justifiably) petrified of people. The dog who we soon learned had an enlarged heart with a hole in it who vets didn't think would live past 5. The sweet, sweet dog who beat all odds almost until the end.
He stole our toilet paper
He rubbed his post-breakfast and dinner face all over my couch
He woke me up with a sloppy kiss if I was sleeping too long
He jumped for joy over just about anything he liked
He howled at the coffee grinder and fire trucks and when he was happy
He hated thunderstorms
He loved tummy rubs
He hated the regular baths but was one of the groomer's favorite dogs
He chased the squirrels and raccoons and rabbits
He told me I was pregnant when I was too quick with the test reading
He waited only so long for us to finish dinner before insisting he get his share
He loved the park and getting dirty
He loved little white fluffy dogs
He loved his naps and puppy dreams
He loved us unconditionally
And we loved him more than we ever thought we could. Because in the end, he somehow enlarged our hearts, too.
May his days be filled with never ending cool waters, chewies, soft pillows, tummy rubs, soft toilet paper rolls, and the infinite joy that he gave to us.