When you were only 8 weeks old someone surrendered you to a shelter to find a home. I walked up to the cage and you climbed over your siblings to kiss me. From that day on it was you and me together. You stood by me through everything...sadness, happiness, a growing family...everything. You owned my heart.
I will never forget your smiling face and ready love. I miss you so much. I treasure every moment of our almost 12 years together. I hope you know how much I love you always and forever. God gave me the strength to be there for you at the end...something I'd always doubted I'd be able to do.
I thank God that you so clearly recognized me to the very last beat of your heart. That last beat took part of my heart with it... I will always be heartbroken thinking of you and missing you. But I think of you with a smile still.
I love you, Dean.
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