An open letter to my dogs:

Dear Trooper, Scout, Ace and Echo,

I don’t understand why you constantly pace back and forth or sporadically run through the house knocking down anything in your path. I don’t get why you feel the need to bark at the crack of dawn to get me out of bed. Most of all, I really don’t know why you insist on chewing on anything and everything.

But despite my greatest effort to stay mad at you, I just can’t. You can drive me up the wall, but as soon as I see your tails wag, a wave of happiness washes over me. I love you, all of you. I love your bad habits and your quirks. So, this blog is dedicated to each of you.

Trooper,

Sixteen years. Considering I barely remember the first ten or so years of my life, I can’t recall a day that you haven’t been there. As my first dog, you’re like my first child. You webp-net-resizeimage-2.jpgmay not necessarily like me the most, but I still love you. You’ve seen the best sides of me and the worst. But, through it all, you’ve never left my side.

Trooper, I’d really just like to say thank you. I know I’m not your favorite, but that doesn’t stop you from coming to say hi to me whenever I walk into Dad’s house. It didn’t stop you from coming to sit next to me. Thank you for showing me how special the bond between a girl and her dog can be. I know I probably don’t have much time left with you, so most of all, thank you for being such a good boy for the last 16 years.

 

 

Scout,

Not a day goes by that I don’t miss you. Losing you was the hardest thing I have ever been through. You were unlike any dog I have ever met. There will truly never be another you. You were feisty, and honestly, you could really be a pain in the ass. But, whenever I was upset, you were there to lick my face or to just lay with me until I was okay again.

I miss taking you on random car rides with me. I miss watching your eyes light up every time you ate a cheeseburger from McDonald’s. I miss wrestling with you. Webp.net-resizeimage (1).jpgI miss when 9 p.m. would hit and you’d instinctively know that it was time for you to crawl up into my lap.

I know that Mom, Jordan, Andy and I have welcomed two new dogs into our family since you passed. But, I want you to know, no dog will ever be able to replace you. You’re always going to have such a special place in my heart. I still keep a picture of you in my wallet. It’s the picture you took with Jacob and me before senior prom. That was really our last happy moment together. After that, your tumor became too much for you to handle. It was time for you to go, and as heartbroken as we were, we understood.

I don’t like to think about how bad things were the weeks before you left us. Instead, I like to focus on the happy moments, like that picture we took before prom. Scout, I hope that you’re enjoying as many cheeseburgers as your little heart desires up in Doggy Heaven. I miss you and I love you.

Ace and Echo,

You two drive me to the brink of insanity. It seems like the last couple of weeks, every morning I’ve come downstairs to find that you’ve chewed up something new. Please, I’m begging you, stop. You have like fifty different toys to choose from. Chew on one of those!

Even though you guys have probably taken a couple of years off of my life, you never Webp.net-resizeimage (3).jpgcease to be the highlight of my day. If you could talk, I’d tell you to ask anyone. I talk about you both constantly. Raising you has changed my life. Even on days where I struggle to find the motivation to get out of bed, you help me find the strength to get up. And it’s not just because you’re barking.

Ace, it’s crazy how much of Scout I can see in you. You’re spunky, but so loving. You’re stubborn as hell, but at then end of the day, all you want to do is cuddle. But there are so many things that make you, you. You groan every single time you don’t get what you want. Instead of wagging your tail, you wag your entire body. And as frustrating as it is, I still think it’s kind of cute that you make yourself dead body wait whenever you don’t want to go to bed.

Echo, buddy, where do I even start? You’re my best friend, my partner in crime, and as IWebp.net-resizeimage (5).jpg like to say, the only boy that will ever have my heart. Since the day I first met you, and you rolled into my arms and let me hold you like a baby, we have had an unbreakable bond.You get me like no person or dog every has. I’m your person, and you’re my boy. I know everyone likes to think that you like them more, but we both know they’re just kidding themselves. You don’t like to cuddle with most people, but you love to fall into my arms. You’re scared of almost everything, and I’m the one you run to every single time. But, you do more for me than you realize. You sense when I start to get stressed, and you lay your head on my leg, keeping my anxiety at bay. You would do anything for me, and I would do anything for you.

Guys, I know it’s going to be hard for you when I leave home next year, but I promise that doesn’t change anything. You’re still my babies and I will love you unconditionally, even if I am five hours away.

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