Oh my boy, my sweet, sweet boy.
I found this unpublished when I came here today. He died on July 31, 2020 and I swear that it is as painful today as it was then. It is honestly better that his sister is with him; he was always lost wihout her. But sitting here with my feelings today, I started to think of him and his toys, almost an outline for a children's book. I thought of him full of life, teaching love and trust. Those dogs were so much more than they seemed. We were so blessed to have them in our lives. I just to share this little thought that I wrote back then.
You were the most loyal little guy that ever lived and you must never think that you were any less loved than your sister. You were our playful guy, the one who knew the name of every toy that had ever come your way. Your most beloved Foxy was with you for playtimes up until the day you died, you, hardly able to walk, standing behind that toy, asking me to throw it for you. I am so honored that you spent your last two weeks wanting to be safe in your pouch, or on a lap, sleeping the day and night through, always touching us, trusting us. I carry you with me in my heart, caring for your sister who will join you soon, being the pure, joyul spirits that you always have been, no longer trapped in these old limited bodies.
