To my dear Aggie,
You were my strength Ags. We didn’t know much about you, not even your age. Thought to be 10 years old at the time of your death, you still had a puppy’s heart. I’ll always remember your loud snort before you drifted off to sleep, or the way your nails clicked against the kitchen floor. You were always listening to me and cared for all of us so much. You loved people and your ‘boyfriend’ Tuffy who is up there with you right now.
That night you died, I thought you would be okay. When I got home and saw the looks on mom and dad’s faces, I started to cry. I thought back to earlier and how you were so restless. You paced the house, and when I finally got you outside, you collapsed into a pile of rocks and lay there, tired and helpless. I picked up your head and you stared into my eyes. As you did, don’t worry, I got your message. I heard it loud and clear: Thanks for these great 5 years, but I have to go now, it’s my time. I love you so much, but it’s just time. I said “don’t do this, Ags, not now” as if you had a choice.
But you didn’t.
When dad and I visited you in the vet, you tried to be strong, but I told you no. Then you just laid down and fell asleep in our arms. When Jason brought your leash in, you thought you were going home, but I said you had to stay there and you obeyed. Then they took you away, and I still cry. I cry because I miss you, because we could have saved you from that terrible illness, because of how you left. You were my world, my everything. You will ALWAYS be my favorite.