My Dodger Baby
Dodger came into my life in March 1996. As a child, I had yearned for a dog of my own. I talked about adopting a pet for months until my parents finally gave in. My family found Dodger at the Humane Society -- he was the only dog not barking. Instead, he simply sat there and wagged his tail. We walked up to the cage, let him lick our fingers and knew that he was the one.
Dodger was my best friend -- my true companion. I've shared with him an entire childhood's worth of secrets, hopes and fears. He was a constant source of joy and comfort. He would follow me all over the house -- we would watch movies, go for walks, and take naps. He was like my shadow. Even after I went away to college, Dodger was always anxiously waiting for me by the front door to welcome me back home. I looked forward to being reunited with him more than anything else.
I am truly blessed to have had Dodger grace my life for the past 12 years. He taught me a lot about life, love, and happiness. He was a wonderful dog who brought an immense amount of joy to my family and friends.
So here's to you, my Dodger baby. May you enjoy your time in heaven; chasing squirrels, taking naps on the couch, and eating an endless supply of milkbones. Wait for me by the gates; I'll make it there some day.
I miss and love you with all of my heart.
RIP Dodger 3/22/1996 - 4/20/2009