He was my friend, my playful happy go lucky furry friend. He came into our lives when I was dealing with a big loss, he gave me happiness, spoils and hope that everything goes better once I pet him. His favorite things were eating dog treats, playing tug of war, running around in outburst when he’s happy, belly rubs and humping a plush toy bigger than him. On his first birthday, he received a nice cake with Scooby Doo decals and he was enjoying it. He was my baby, he was the king of the house, he was everything to us and we protected him, giving him love and affection and he gave affection, attention and love back. He’s a bright, intelligent puppy when he pick up the leash when he wants to pee. When I’m sad or depressed, he always go to me and cuddles on my lap no matter how heavy he is. Even thought he was a big dog, we always called him puppy.
He was an amazing dog, and I will miss him for the rest of my life. He will be my only dog. I know he’s on a better place and in peace.
I don’t have any other words to say how sad and destroyed I am. He died, and I died with him. My life is changed and I can’t change it.