At 4:32am last Saturday I lost one of my best friends. To some people, a dog is just an animal, but when you have a dog or even just a pet of your own you know they become so much more than that. I remember the day we went to get her, I was 8 years old and it was a last minute decision. She was the last girl left and we had to race a couple to get her. From the minute we got her I refused to put her down, I even wanted to sleep downstairs with her but of course, mom wouldn't let me. She was one of the most amazing and kind hearted dogs I have ever met and I'm not just saying that because she was mine, anyone who met her fell in love with her, it was hard not to. She'd smother everyone she met in kisses, and even when she was being annoying and trying to steal the last bit of tea you left in your cup you couldn't help but love her. I'm lucky in a way that we got to keep two pieces of her in Ruby and Bella, her beautiful babies. Don't worry about them Kylie, they're sad now like the rest of us but you know i'll take good care of them for you. I watched you grow from the tiny pup to the beautiful little beast you become. Watching you get weaker and weaker these past few months has been horrible but not once did you ever lose that little glint you had in your eye, not even when I held you in my arms as you passed.
Goodbye, Ky, I love you.