When I rescued you, I promised this would be your forever home. No more being passed along to people who didn't love your sparkle, recognize your sensitive soul, treat you like one of the family. I worried that I wouldn't be able to fulfil that promise - that a move to Australia would leave you with yet another home to adjust to. But I have fulfilled my promise. Last night you died in my arms. I was so sad to see you go, and I tried desperately to revive you. But you were gone. At peace now, no more problems from old age and illness. You're running free over the Rainbow Bridge. Oh Lord, I hope you will be there when I arrive in heaven!
Later today I'll bury the shell of you, the part you left behind. I'm going to let you rest deep beneath the roots of a tree you loved to explore - hunting mice and moles beneath its shade. You will lie undisturbed there in the tranquility of nature, with a view to die for (I know you'd appreciate the pun).
My Spins, I'm going to miss you so very much. I'm going to miss waking up to your heavy breathing (we nicknamed you Xtra Large Panty, after you put on a bit of weight). I'm going to miss you gazing with adoration into my eyes, your begging for "blessings from above", and running to me as soon as you hear me open the fridge door for cheese. I'm going to miss seeing you bound like a rabbit on springs through long grass and follow your nose to the freshest mole-hole where you'll dig for it like crazy. I'm going to miss your voice raised in a "come back" howl when I leave for work in the morning. And my peanut-butter sandwich (one brown dog between two white ones) is now one slice short.
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