I called my dog the stalker. He was always following me around. He would be mean at time, his nickname was Satan, but he was the sweetest friend in the world. I miss giving him cookies, his scratching at my bedroom when he knew I didn’t eat. Him trying to get into my things. And most of all the little kisses he would give me on my nose. When I was down I knew he would be there. He never cared if I felt like a loser. As long as I was there to rub his head and give him a treat he was happy.
I hope he knew how happy he made me when no one else could. I have a void in my heart that will always be there because my loyal buddy is gone.
With cookies and love