To the dog I wasn’t ready to lose..
From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were special. A scruffy, underweight 2 year old, with a skiddish demeanor and warm brown eyes, standing outside of a pet store with all the other rescue dogs. You came to me with slow uncertainty, but quickly warmed up to the stroke of my hand down your back. I knew once I held you, that was it for us. You were mine. You made me so nervous in the car that day, bouncing back and forth between the front and backseat. That became the first of many roadtrips for us and you learned to lay claim to the front seat. I always felt bad that I kept my music so loud in the car, but you never seemed to mind, just excited to be along for the ride. Thinking back to all our adventures, there are so many things I never thanked you for; so much I need to say about the last 6 years. Thank you for staying up with me through all those nights in college. Thank you for always finding ways to make me smile, even in my most stre...