R.I.P 01 April 2011
Goodbye my sweet boy. There are no words to describe how devastated we are right now. We feel your loss with a palpable ache in our chests.
We will miss your warm little body at the end of the bed.
You waiting for our cars every afternoon come rain or shine.
Your little paw coming over the top of the kitchen counter trying to hook some chicken.
You stomping all over Dale in the morning trying to get some "damn ATTENTION people!"
You are irreplaceable.
I hope your heaven is filled with "chickencicles" and endless cans of tuna, and that you somehow know that we love you, we miss you, and that we were only trying to do the best for you.