They say all dogs go to heaven, and I take some comfort in knowing you’ve got a fast pass (and I say that because the puppy brother you leave behind we probably won’t be so sure about).
You’ve been a gift from the moment we met, a puppy tied with a bow on Christmas morning when I was 14 and my youngest brother was 6. You’ve given us sixteen and a half years of unconditional love and loyalty and so many life moments that won’t be the same without you here.
You don’t expect when you get your first dog at 14 that that same dog will be there for your college graduation (and your three siblings’ graduations after that), the night you get engaged, the weekend you get married, the day you bring your first baby home from the hospital.
The vet told us dogs don’t live as long as you did unless they’re stubborn as hell, but I think you hung on as long as you did out of pure and selfless love for our family. You’ve given us more than we could ever have given you in return, and there will forever be a hole in my heart with your name on it. A lifetime with you wouldn’t have been long enough, but I know your buddy Fenway is up there howling with excitement over seeing you again. You’re the best dog who ever lived. We’ll miss you, buddy.