It’s never easy saying goodbye to the worlds best dog
Last night I said goodbye to my best buddy. It was the hardest decision we have ever had to make, but his tumors won. I know he doesn’t hurt anymore and it’s all I can do to keep myself from dying inside.
My dog used to tag team knock over trash cans with his best dog pal, Lil’ Boy. I’m positive that he met him to cross the bridge…He used to eat rope toys until he couldn’t poop anymore…and chase his arch nemesis back and forth until the sun went down. I will miss his smelly old man breath, and the way he followed me room to room, and crawled on the end of Aiden’s bed every night.
I can’t imagine a single day without Scoonie, my Pack is incomplete…