You were gone too soon. You were taken from the family that loved you so, so much. You were our first and you could never be replaced. I will always remember and cherish every memory we have. From the first day we brought you home, the first day you experienced snow, playing with you, your love of people food, taking naps together, and to the last day I spent with you.

You were loved by all. You had your own stubborn, sassy, loving personality. You were one of a kind and I’ll never forget you. You were a part of my life for 15 amazing, loving years. I can still remember when you were a puppy, hopping through the snow, tickling you to have you give up a toy, and your “catch me if you can” game before every bath.

As I’m writing this, I can’t help but to laugh and cry at all of the memories from the past 15 years. You were my childhood, my adolescence, and part of my adulthood. I don’t know if I will ever be truly happy again without you in my life. Knowing that when I go home you won’t be there to greet me. You won’t be there around my feet when I’m in the kitchen. I won’t hear you snoring when you’re fast asleep. I won’t have you in my life anymore, but I know that you are somewhere where there is no pain, constant play, a never-ending supply of squirrels to bark at, and all of the spaghetti you can eat.

I love you so much. You were a part of the family. I would do anything to hold you once more or to have you in my life for as long as possible. As a person, you always think you have more time. You procrastinate the inevitable. I had 15 years with you, but I still thought I had more time. There will never be another dog like you. You will always be my favorite. Not a day will go by that I won’t think of you. You will always be in my heart.

Until we meet again, my love.