Dear my beloved ones,
I really love you with all my heart
You always made my days shine
However, I’m sad to say that I’m leaving
I will miss waking up to your soft footsteps
I’ll miss going outside and gardening with you
I’ll miss watching you grow and go to school
I’ll miss the baths you gave me when I was dirty
I’ll miss the games of tug-o-war and fetch
I’ll miss the way you’d scratch my back and belly
I’ll miss your fingers in my fur
I’ll miss your smiling face when I act silly
I’ll miss getting between your feet and begging
I’ll miss watching TV with you on the couch
I’ll miss walking in on you in the bathroom
I’ll miss going on walks and pulling at the lead
I’ll miss licking your legs when you get out the shower
I’ll miss the chicken you slid me under the table
I’ll miss the snuggling, comforting and being with you
I’ll miss laying at your feet and looking back at you
Dearly beloved ones, I’ll miss you
Yours Truly,
<3 Fuzzy-one-kanobi

My dog of 9 years died yesterday of an apparent brain infection. He was about to turn 10, and was a perfectly happy, cute, white, fluffy little dog this past Saturday. He went to the vets Saturday and got his yearly shots. On Sunday, however, he was very lethargic and grumpy. The vet had given my dad medicine to treat arthritis, Rimadyl, when he was at the vets. So my dad gave him one of his pills. Later that Sunday night, while I was on the computer, my dad was making dinner, my mom called out from the living room "Pete, I think there is something wrong with the dog..Oh my god! HE'S HAVING A SEIZURE!" So my dad and I ran to the living room, and my mom told me to call the emergency vet clinic, and I did. My mom and dad took him to the emergency vet where the vet there said that it might have been a reaction to anything and to bring him to the real vet tomorrow (Monday) and sent him home. On Monday my dad brought Remy to the vet and the vet said the same as the other vet had said, but also took blood and sent to have blood work done and gave my dad a sedative to keep Remy from becoming too agitated so that he could relax and heal from the seizure. Then on Tuesday morning, I woke up to go to school and woke him up and put him on the couch and hugged him and he looked at me while I walked out the door. I went on with my school day until #rd period at about 12:30 my mom came and picked me up, crying. I had figured what had happened, and when we got to the car, she said "Don't freak out. He's on the front seat, I thought you'd want to maybe hold him for a little while." She meant hold his dead body. So when I got in, I picked him up and drove home petting him. When I got home my dad was already there, and burst into tears when he saw Remy. After quite a lot of crying and hugging, we buried him in the backyard next to where my old dog, Aerial and my dad's friend's dog were buried. It was all so sudden, and it will take a very long time to stop thinking about how much he was in our lives. For example, every time I walk past my living room, I still expect to see him laying on the couch and looking up at me.

I love you Remy, forever will you be in my heart. I will not forget you or the years we spent with each other. You were like the little brother I never had except you walked on four paws, were fat, had curly white fur, and a pink nose that you licked the black off of. You were there for me whenever my mom and dad were having problems, when I had to stay up late doing homework, when I was sick, when my grandfather died, when my mom had her aneurysm burst, when my dad was diagnosed with Parkinson's, and when I was cold or needed someone to snuggle with.

Rest in peace my little fuzzy butt, my remy-roodle-who-was-half-poodle
11/17/09 will live with me for the rest of my life, but not as much as the times we lived, laughed, licked and loved each other. <333333333