King, My Best Friend (Cavalier King Charles Spaniel)
by Nataly Santos
(Rhode Island )
July 17, 2008 - February 26, 2021. 11:18 am.
Hey, buddy. It’s been a week now. It’s been exactly 7 days since I last held your head in my hands with tears streaming down my face.
Walking into my bedroom isn’t the same anymore. Your room was right next to mine and I used to always pet you right before I walked into mine.
You are supposed to be there or I'm supposed to hear you wanting to go out and pee as you are looking at me like "Hey, I'm ready," but you are not there anymore. Your belongings are still there though.
I remember the day we brought you home like it was yesterday. I was 5 years old and fell in love with you at first sight. You were so tiny and kind.
You were the perfect Cavalier King Charles because you had the thumbprint on your head. With fur so soft, beauty so great, and eyes like large pools of honey.
God made your breed to be “Comfort” dogs. You were so much more, with heart and eyes so full of love.
We learned to know each other, and I have to say, years went by so nicely together. Every day was a pleasure from the moment I opened my eyes to the time we had to go to bed.
You were there, with me, happy to be my dog, and me happy to have you as my best friend. Almost 13 years in someone’s life is a significant thing.
We walked, played, and shared our life all that time. When I came back from work, you were always waiting for your chipotle bowl hahaha.
Seeing you justified why I wanted to leave work and head straight back home to spend my evenings with you. You were always happy, giving me the warmest welcome one could ever expect.
I saw you getting old, and we were together, not worrying about the future. Every day was a happy day with you. Sometimes, I was secretly crying, knowing you would not be with me forever. But my family and I took good care of you so we could be together as long as possible.
Slowly you started to show signs of getting tired easily. Your legs were hurting so we could not walk as long as we used to. But you were there, still wagging your tail.
Towards the end, you were not eating or drinking anything, and barely got rest some nights. You had a large mass in your chest which was pushing onto your organs, including your big heart.
The doctors said there was a small chance of you surviving if you had surgery so my family and I had to make an extremely hard decision but we feel as though it was our best choice.
Your death hit me so much harder than I ever expected. I still find myself tearing up, like right now. I wish I could just see your eyes looking at mine one more time. Now a very, very big part of my heart is missing.
When I come home from work, I don’t see you in my living room wagging your tail, begging for chipotle. I open the door and all I hear is silence. I miss you so much, King.
I'm so sad without you. My life is not the same. You're in my heart, my thoughts. Every day I'm still talking to you. I hope one day we'll be together again. WILL WE?
You were my best friend, and I still love you very much. Now, rest in peace, but please don’t forget our time together. You were an amazing dog, Master King.