When we first met, you were 6 months old and ran straight into my arms. I think we both knew we had found the right match. You were such a good dog, Rawley. You never went potty in the house, were always faithful to me, and always loved me through all my mistakes and painful times during your 12 years of life.
Today has been so hard to think about. When I held you in my arms today and you were taking your last breaths, I thought I would burst from the pain.
I can't imagine coming home and you're not here. Who am I going to talk to about my day? You won't be here to eat the ends of the carrots or potatoes and patiently wait for a piece of food to fall from my plate.
Who will comfort me or love me like you again? You were always there for me, and I felt your love. I could see it in your eyes. You looked at me like I was the best thing ever, but really you were. You saved me from myself so many times.
I love you so much, Rawley. I am so happy we got to spend the last 12 years together. I hope you are running around so happy now with no more pain. You will always be in my heart.