This is the anniversary of the day you were reborn to doggy heaven. I miss you so very much. You were my best friend and the most snuggly partner one could ever desire. You were downright silly, compassionate, gentle, hyper-playful, mellow-loving, and more gracefully dairy-cow-splotched than I could have ever wanted in a life mate!
You were the EPIC Doggy of Doggies.
The goofiest, lip-stuck-on-the-tooth, head-tilted, tail-wagging, most spotted One of Ones for me.
I even made a "toon" in your honor.
I was fully intent on getting a (calm) female. But...well, there you were in all your goofy glory....and I fell in love.
You were the "odd" one of the bunch. All the others of the litter were busy fighting for food; you, once challenged, went to your mom's dish instead and let them rumble amongst themselves.
I thought I would lose you when you exploited your newly-found ability of walking on your hind legs and discovered the Cylert I had set on the kitchen counter to return to the pharmacy (as it didn't help me [and, oddly, there was a refund offer from the pharmacy...seriously]). Thankfully, you survived (although that was quite the Stevie Wonder act you performed--wow!).
And you stuck by me through thick and thin (and there has been a lot of both this past decade) for a very long, healthy doggyhood.
And you truly enriched my life.
You were patient and unconditionally accepting. You were amusing. You were beyond amazing. I cannot imagine loving another. Not like I did you.
You were "it" for me.
I will miss you for as many days as I have left.
Greatly.
