Let me preface this by saying that I've never been more hesitant to write a piece than I am for this one right now. Because once I put it down and send it out, that's it. The life of my best friend since eight years old really is over. And I finally have to accept it. But to do anything less would be a dishonor to her life. So here it goes...

I have this dream. A reality maybe. Hopefully.

You see, when humans die we think of them in a better place. A place with no pain and no sadness. No sickness or impairments. Just peace and pure happiness.

When I think of animals, I think the same.

I think of my buddy flying high above me and guiding my every step. I see it so clearly:

She rises up to heaven and is greeted by all of the people who I've loved and lost. She has this innate knowledge that these are her people now. Yes, she knows. She knows I loved them with all my heart, the same way I loved her. The same way I will always love her.

She has a new family now. A heaven family. And I can take comfort in the fact that my family members gone before me will take care of her.

But before I let her go, I need to give them some words of wisdom about what inca is capable of:

Don't ever leave the trash can out; she's notorious for digging through it and eating whatever scraps she can find.

She doesn't mess around when it comes to food. She will do whatever it takes to get it. Even if that means stealing it right out of your hands.

She loves walks and car rides. Let her sniff as much as she wants without pulling on her leash and let her stick her head out the window so the cool breeze can hold her tight.

As long as you are with her, she is happy.

Don't think you can easily get a toy away from her. She likes to play keep away. And then once you finally catch her, it turns into an ultimate game of tug of war. Be prepared to lose.

She's full of love and kisses. Accept them or you'll hurt her feelings.

When you hug someone, be prepared for her to bark and jump and break you up.

She loves to suck on blankets. I know it's weird, but look at who she grew up with...'nuff said. Just don't interfere.

If she doesn't want to do something, she won't do it. End of story.

She will do whatever it takes to protect you.

Don't mess with her ears. She doesn't like that.

Her life meant everything to me and I'm entrusting it to you know. Don't let me down. I know you won't.

So I guess this it. My final goodbye as tears rhythmically drop from my cheeks like a broken faucet. Thank you for everything you've done for me. All of you.

And now, specifically for you Inca. Thank you for growing up with me. Thank you for always accepting me. Thank you for the kisses that wiped away all my tears. Thank you for showing me unconditional love. You will always be in my heart. For as long as I live. I love you with everything that I have. Now go be free.

At another time, in another place. Until then...

RIP Inca