Saying Goodbye

I wish I could tell you that I didn't cry while typing this, but unfortunately my keyboard is a little wet. A few weeks ago, I had to experience pain that I haven't felt in a long time - the pain of losing family. After 13 incredible years, I had to say goodbye to my best friend.

There was no disease or accident, just an old dog that lived a long and happy life. I will always remember how welcoming my childhood home was with you running to the door before I was even halfway up the steps. I miss you laying on my pillow on top of my head, instead of at the end of the bed like a normal dog. I even miss your god awful cringeworthy dog breath heaving on me while I am trying to do something.

I know you're running around puppy heaven leash-free with bacon bits at every turn. Thank you for listening to all of my bad days and for cuddling with me on the good ones. I'm so glad I could have one last day with you running through open fields, eating ice cream and enjoying windy car rides. I love you Bosco, thank you for setting the bar way too damn high.

If I leave you with anything: never forget your first dog. Never forget the pup that you took in and who became your family.