I put you in your crate that day before work. I never thought it would be the last time I said goodbye. I came home that night and I knew something was wrong. There was no noise. I opened the door to the room and found you lying there. I don't remember much but screaming for you to wake up and trying to revive you. You died march 13th 2014 and not a day goes by that I don't replay that in my head. 4 months old is way to soon to have to say goodbye. You kept the girls in check. If they'd squabble you'd put an end to it. If I was sad or depressed all you'd have to to is whine and bump my hand with your head and it would be better. I miss you cowboy there's so much I had planned for us that we never got to do. I didn't just lose a dog that night, I lost family, I lost my son. The day you died part of me died with you. No dog will take your place and I live for the day we meet again. I so wish I could just spend one more day with you. Rest in peace cowboy. I'm sorry I couldn't save you.
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