Almost 18 years ago, I went to the local Humane Society to look at cats but instead I came home with a scroungy little dog. You gave me no choice. Everytime I walked by you, you barked and barked and made such a commotion that I finally opened the cage and picked you up. That first time I held you, I had no doubt that we belonged together. I named youTrotsky.
I learned so much from you. You taught me the importance of committment, loyalty, friendship and love and you made me realize just how meaningless material things really are.
When I held you for the last time, I had no doubt that even though you had to go, we will always be together.
The pain is still raw and my heart is broken, I can hardly see through my tears as I write this down. I know that time will help and soon I’ll remember you, my sweet Trotsky, with a smile and laughter instead of tears.