This morning my sweet, sweet pup, Petey, ascended into the skies and joined all my other loved ones in Heaven. It feels like a part of me is missing. That may sound weird to anyone who has never owned a dog, but he wormed his way into my heart, cleared an opening, and nestled his way in for a lifetime. Right now it feels big and gaping and a little impossible. I keep expecting him to turn the corner and shake his happy tail so hard his whole body will rock. Eventually, that big hole will fill with sweet memories and instead of a pang of sadness, I will feel a burst of happiness.
I miss him. A lot. He was the first dog I ever had that would run to me whenever I was crying. He would scratch at my bedroom door until I opened it, and he would lay with me until I was done. It meant more to me than a lot of things. I will never, ever forget him. He was a sweet, old soul with a lot of character. He will certainly be missed in our home. I will always love you & think of you, my sweet Petey boy. xo, R.