You were a good dog. The best dog. You deserve better than how it had to end.
But you touched a lot of lives, taught a little kid that he wasn’t alone and didn’t have to be, helped the autistic kid next door vocalize just a little bit more. You were a friend to everyone, no matter who or how big or small (although you did have to put your paw down when a little dog got too familiar with your undercarriage).
Most of all, you found me when I was in a dark, dark place, and you helped me cope. I wouldn’t be here without you.
You’ve gone someplace better, though. Where you’re not old, where your hips work, where you can be lazy all day long and every toy is soft and yellow, just the way you liked them. And they could be stuffed, too, because where you’re going no stitch will ever tear. You’ll be with your friends.