I will miss you, my lovely pupper.
It’s going to be strange. Walking through the door, and not seeing you greet me with your favourite toy. Not following me around the house. It’s going to be quiet. Too quiet.
I’ll still expect you to do the half-hearted bark you always do, when i sneeze. You never liked that, even if i was allergic to you. Didn’t stop me cuddling you. In the entire time i had you, you only growled at me twice. Once, for accidentally stepping on you when you were behind me. And the other, for stealing your warm spot in front of the fire. You layed on me instead.
It’s going to be hard. You’ve always been about. Even when i left home, and came back. You were there.
Sleep well, Teddy bear.
You were always the goodest of boys.