My little old man, how I miss you so.
I’ll never forget the day we drove for what seemed like hours and hours to get you; the disappointment I felt when mom limited my puppy selection to, what I thought at the time, the ugly little dogs. As soon as we picked you up however, I knew it was love. You were so itty bitty and precious even in my tiny, 3year old hands. You quickly became the best friend a shy only child could ask for. Our relationship wasn’t always perfect; many times growing up you reminded me not to get in your face while you were asleep and that my bed was actually your bed (and that there was no moving you once you had chosen your spot). But that’s what made it so beautiful. I grew up thinking that it would be the two of us forever, Lucky and Katie to Infinity and Beyond; that I’d never have to live a day without a playful howl from you, a ball toss, tummy rub, or watching you attack the imaginary bugs at the end of your butt…which you could never quite get to. You grew up with me and witnessed everything from broken hearts and bad friendships, to first dates and leaving for college. Even after I left home, I could always count on my return being greeted by your gray little face peering out the window and a wiggle of your butt. Letting you go was the hardest choice I ever had to make, but it warms my heart to say that you never had a terrible day in your life; you never had a day were you suffered. Although our parting felt all too soon, I couldn’t have been more blessed than to have 17 wonderful years with you. So thank you, for coming into my life when I needed you, staying with me through the weird wacky moments of growing up, and letting me know when your time here was complete. You were always and will always be my best friend, my companion, my lucky dog, my little old man. For 17 years you blessed me with your presence, and for a lifetime you will bless me with your memory.