She thought I would live forever - and I did my best to try.
I protected her from the doorbell, mean boys, and giant puddles. Stood by her side at parties, parks, and... well... anywhere she was, and was really good at this thing she called "spooning."
I sure will miss eating whole rotisserie chickens from the fridge while she's at work, my dogmates Maggie the Jack Russell and Lacey the Cockapoo, lying/rolling/peeing in any patch of grass, and all the wonderful humans and pretty girls who patted my head for hours at time.
One time I made a poop that stood straight up. Mom was pretty proud that day and took a picture. Another time I wore a shirt and tie with my best friend Steve. He said I was more handsome than him.
Now I'm off to this place called Heaven, where I sure hope they have hard-boiled eggs and squirrels.
Here's my last bid of advice: Live your life to the fullest. I know I did.
Also, thunder and lightning isn't that scary.
