My dog and childhood friend passed away today, and I feel like everyone should know what kind of dog he was. He was the kind of friend that would always be beside you. Growing up moving from place to place I had a hard time making friends, and he was always there.
I never had any brothers; I had three great older sisters, but no brothers but him. He developed a disease two years ago and his death was going to come sooner than his life would allow him.
The day my family decided to take him in to the vet he was in a lot of pain and it was time to let him go. He died as soft as cream with not a sound almost as saying thank you to my parents. I am nearly 20 years of age and living away from home going to University and I tried to make it home in time to see him, and to say good bye. I never made it. He died, without me being able to say good bye, and for me to be able to tell him that he means the world to me.
I am writing this in hopes that maybe he and other people will read it and know how much one can actually love a dog. To my dismay I was a little too late in telling him this, and I pray no one out there makes my mistake.
Sure you could say you love him and kiss him every time you leave, but to sit and spend the last hours with him is the only way you can say good bye. So with that, goodbye Zack, and
I will see you again one day.
I love you so much.
Good bye, buddy.
With love,
| Zack Hargrove |
| Andrew Hargrove |