(Fort Wayne, IN, USA)
Kyra, you are missed more than simple words can express. You were a beautiful, loyal, smart girl.
We had just celebrated your birthday and the next day I took you out to do one of your most favorite things, run. You knew what the word meant. All I ever needed to say was "run, run" and you were right there ready to go.
A 1/4 mile into our run you collapsed. I tried to revive you as best I could until we could get you to the vet. When we got you to the vet, they tried to revive you also but in the end they could not.
Now I feel so alone. There is a very empty spot in my heart without you here. I woke up at 3 this morning, expecting you to be up or at least making the sound you normally would make in the middle of the night. Instead, all I found was deafening silence.
How can I replace such a perfect companion? You were always there when I needed you. Always there to listen to me. Always there to give me kisses. I will so miss coming home and hearing your bark at the door as you anticipated me coming through the door. I will miss seeing you looking out the front window every day as I would leave for work. I will miss our runs, walks, and all the time spent lounging around as I would pet you or give you a nice belly rub.
There is a saying that a dog is man's best friend, and in your case it couldn't be any truer. How do I ever fill the void the is left behind by your absence? How do I go about doing the things that we did together without thinking of you and then thinking that you were taken away much to soon?
I find myself praying to God that Dogs do go to Heaven. I can't imagine that He would give us such a perfect loving companion only to deny us their presence in eternity. So Kyra, I hope to see you again. One day, when I pass on, as I am approaching the gates of Heaven, I hope to hear your playful bark greeting me home. But until that day comes, my baby girl, I pray that you rest in heavenly peace.