In kind, we endured you being perilously under our feet, your stinky toots and your need to follow me everywhere I went…even the bathroom. Wrapping presents at Christmas will be a cinch without you there trying to steal them to re-open because of your wrapping paper fetish.
I will miss laughing at your silly sleep positions, your gentle pig noises and your kisses and cuddles. I will miss Tony making up your voice and putting words to what you seem to be thinking. I will miss your pointy ears that cause small children to point at you and say,”kitty”. Seeing you stand in corners as if you had been put in time-out was always good for a chuckle. You’ll forever be my “poopy pants”.
You have been a friend to many and you have made me a better, more caring human. I choose to believe that dogs go to heaven, so may you have endless scratches behind the ears, presents to open and cheese to eat when you get there.