To think that I didn't intend to bring you home with me. I went for millet, and found you there. Those soulful eyes looking up at me. I told myself it had only been a month since Chubbs had died. But home you came.
Every day for the next 15 years or so, I came home to smiling eyes and a wagging tail. Stubborn, hard-headed, and yet the perfect dog. You assumed everyone was there to see you and love you. Those few people that you didn't respond well to, I learned to avoid. Without a growl or a bite, you saved my life.
Time passed too quickly, and you couldn't always come to the door to greet. But the tail still wagged, and your eyes still smiled. I would have given anything to make you well again, but I could not.
Be in peace, my friend. The world feels a little dimmer without you, but I know you are still nearby. I will forever be thankful for fate for bringing us together. I am sad now, but forever grateful for all of the love and the memories.