Who can understand how much he left behind, such a little guy. Everyone’s friend, people were here just so they could give you a scratch and tell you “What a good dog you are”. How can anyone know how the jingle of your tags were with me most of the day, how you were always just a motion away. A sound or movement by me and up you would start or wake and look my way. Maybe a treat was coming or we were going outside or just a scratch and a rub for my buddy. Your walk with a bounce, like Curly when he spies something good, the smile that was on your face or the look of interest and expectation. A shop dog for 10 of your 14 years, better than staying home and getting fat and old but now when I miss you it’s at every point. A thousand times a day you aren’t there but everything else is. You looked heavy but it was muscle and love. Never sick and nothing but alive, I couldn’t believe when they said you had cancer, your heart was weak. Not even two weeks, it can’t be true, how can you stop moving when there are still people who want to say hi to you? When you are just nothing but happy? How can I stop missing you Taylor, my boy?
Nothing more to say, Taylor.
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