King

King How do I begin to say goodbye after 12 years with you by my side? How can the words I write attempt to do your life justice? I got you when I was just under 18. I was in an extremely abusive relationship for the next 3 years and through that one thing remained my strength when I was weak and my companion when I was alone. Who knew a dog could save someone, over and over again in different ways. You, King, you were always special. You served as a friend but also a guardian angel. I was your whole reason to exist. You were sent here, just for me. When I was on a downward spiral of toxic self hatred, you loved me more tenaciously until I could love myself again, and then you just kept on loving me after that. You were whatever I needed you to be, when I needed you to be it. You were there for me through my darkest days, and my lightest ones, too (making those days even more sweet). You lit up the world around you with your love and grace. You will be missed forever.