Life is tough these days as we lost a member of our family last weekend.
The worn corner of the comforter where you slept nearly brings me to tears every time I go in the bedroom. It’s hard to eat dinner now as all of us miss you with your soft muzzle gently accepting handouts. For six years your candle burned bright. You loved each of us unconditionally and in your own special way, like no dog we’d had before.
You reigned over your backyard daring the squirrels to trespass on your kingdom, but giving the birds a free pass, even the Mocking Bird who made a game of dive bombing you. The conch shells you enjoyed gnawing on lay scattered at the edge of the pool deck where you left them. Along with the flowers, your favorite sticks from the wood pile decorate your grave.