You came into my life when you were a year old. I thought I was rescuing you, but in truth, you rescued me from the loneliness of not having your unconditional love.
From the beginning we bonded and I knew I would do anything for you because you did everything for me, welcoming me home, waking me in the morning, nudging my hand for a petting session when I was down
just to name a few.
Your first seizure scared the bajeebies out of me and I thought I couldn’t lose another pet. But then you started to come to me before they started and place your muzzle in the crook of my neck while I comforted you through the episode. Along with the medication we managed to lessen the severity and I knew holding you close during them helped you too.
Weeks passed into months, months into years and I am so lucky to have had you in my life for nearly 13 years. You were my constant companion, my fuzzybutt. Traveling cross country to our new home, your first experience with snow and all the other memories are helping me cope with your absence. But it is hard. I still see you out of the corner of my eye and then my heart breaks all over again
when reality hits me.
Your passing is hard on Dad too. I know he jokingly teased that you had me wrapped around your paw, but you had him there too. He is hurting a lot too. We both are trying to comfort each other with shared tears and hugs.
You were so smart and I could not have loved you more. Thank you for loving us and being a source of joy, laughter, and happiness in our lives. You will never be forgotten, but hopefully one day soon you will be remembered without a flood of tears or an overwhelming sense of sadness. I promise to work on that Taylor, because
I would do anything for you.
Always loved never forgotten,
| Taylor |
| 12, Apr 2015 |
| Alison |