THE TEARS WE CRY
Here marks the passing of the finest dog the world has ever known. He is the dog by which all others will be judged and found lacking. The tears we cry are for Dolce.
From the moment he first gripped the baby bottle he was nursed with at 3 days old until this day, he was our best friend. He was our DOG. He was our family before there even was a family. Defining moments in our lives always included him. He’s in every home movie (usually in the way), most holiday pictures (hamming it up), and every crevice
of our hearts (forever)
Nothing will ever be quite the same without the Fat Brown Dog. So the tears we cry are for Dolce. The dog who made our baby his own from the moment we arrived home from the hospital. Who would lie beside her crib and bed until he heard her breathing even out and he knew she slept. The one who waited by the door when it was time for the school bus to arrive, then for Eddie to come home from work, me to come in after classes. The one who barked with happiness when he heard Grandma’s car around the corner or Poppy’s bike in the neighborhood. Who would peer through the door waiting for Grandpa to “make the noise” and then act like a nut. Who would whine and pant by the back door if Emily was outside without him because he just had to watch over her. The one who would stick his head between our friends legs from behind just to get a hug anyway he could.
The tears we cry are for Dolce, because he’s gone. Our lives are changed forever. The fabric that is our family is torn and tattered in that one important place. We carry him with us always. The soulful gaze of those brown eyes forever etched upon our hearts. Our love for him transcends time, place and circumstance with its depth and purity. He is the dog by which all others will be judged and found lacking.
He is Dolce.
All the Love in our Hearts,
| Dolce |
| 29, Sep 2005 |
| Cheryl, Eddie & Emily Kearney |