When I told him I was gay, he just looked at me without saying anything, kissed me, and loved me anyways.
When my mom’s boyfriend was abusive, he listened as I told him how scared I was.
When I went to the bathroom, he would follow me to the door.
When I went to bed, he would sleep at the foot of it.
When I was scared of the thunder, he made me less scared, by showing me that he was MORE scared which curbed my fear.
When I had spare burgers, fries, cake, cookies, or donuts- he was always down to be my garbage disposal.
When I forgot to take out the trash, he would knock it over to remind me.
When the food bowl was empty, he would headbutt it until more food came down, or until someone filled it.
When he would come inside from the backyard, EVERY TIME, he would stop at the food bowl and eat a meal for two.
When I moved out on my own for the first time he made me feel like I wasn’t alone.
When we got Chance, he became the big brother, and wrestled with the chihuahua.
When we got Kira, he would let her win at tug o war, ever since she was a puppy and half his size.
When we got Brodie, he found someone to groom and chew on.
When I would grab his green squeaky ball, he would hide his aches and pains, and somehow always manage to turn into a puppy again.
Even this morning, as he went about his business in the front yard, he looked youthful.
My Best Friend Died of Cancer. Diagnosed and euthanized at Ferndale Veterinary.
I held his head as he fell asleep. As he went peacefully, never showing me once that he was in pain.
I still expect to hear him bark obnoxiously when I come home.
I expect him to rally the rest of the pack when when he hears a car door open or close in the neighborhood.
I want to hold him again. To go on one more walk. To order him one more plate of nachos from Peppers.
12 years seems like a long time. And I know I should be grateful to have had our bond last as long as it did.
But this effing sucks. My heart is broken. I feel like I’m in a dream.
I don’t share this publicly for pity, likes or views.
I want to share this as a notice that I’m going off socials for a few days to get my head clear.
I share this as a reminder to cherish your pets like it’s their last.
Two days ago he was begging for food at Sunday Dinner and begging his grandpa for treats.
The house feels empty without him.
If you are out there buddy. Rolo. I love you. So much. I miss you.
You will always- ALWAYS:
Be loved by your three siblings.
Be loved by your aunt Natasha and uncle Preston.
Be loved by GG, Grandma, and Grandpa.
Be loved by both of your daddies.
Be my best friend.
Thank you for watching over me for 12 amazing years.