
I wasn’t a dog person. I liked dogs alright, but loving them, cuddling them, kissing them, etc? Nope, not me.
I wasn’t a dog person, but you won me over, even though I tried to fight it. You won me over because of how good you were to our girls, how much you loved my wife, and how much she loved you. I could’ve done without the peeing inside the house, but it was a small annoyance for the happiness you brought to this house.
I know your mean streak was, in your doggie eyes, you protecting us. I know it and understand it. I wish it had been different, buddy. Others saw you as a dangerous dog, but to us, you were always a lovable doofus.
Goodbye, buddy. You were a good boi, despite the mistakes and strikes that got us here, you were absolutely a good boi, and we all will miss you.