“Like a drum, my heart never stops beating for you. I’ll love you long after you’re gone, gone, gone.” The most constant and unwavering relationship of my adult life. My ride or die. My sweet boy.
I brought him home as a 20-year-old college student. He was by my side through the entirety of my twenties. He was there for every success and victory, every trial and tragedy, and everything in between. My best friend. My heart dog.
From college graduation to starting a business. From sharing a twin sized bed with me to sleeping at my feet through thousands of hours at my desk. From our first big trip to the beach to his last birthday vacation nightmare in a tiny house that was not such a great idea, after all. Every camping trip he loved (and terrorized), every anxiety attack he calmed (and all the ones he caused). For every meal he sang through, every innocent stranger outside of our car he growled at, every elf photo he posed for, and every storm we rode out together in the bathroom. Through it all, this boy has been the largest and truest source of my happiness for the last decade, and I’m so grateful to have been his person.
To my best boy: I will never again meet a dog like you. You were sweet and ornery. You were silly and fiercely protective. You were the most dramatic creature I’ve ever encountered. You were smart as hell, and even more stubborn. You were nothing I expected in a dog, and everything I needed. You were loved beyond measure, and you always will be.
Run free (but not too fast, because you’ll fall - you have always been the clumsiest), and don’t let those old leggies make you sad anymore.