He’s cute, I swear! let me find a better picture
Just over 18 years ago you were born from two parents of god-knows-what breed. It was four months later, mum and dad had just lost their Boxer, Sammy, to heart failure and were at a small country fair. They walked on through and all of the dogs were going crazy trying to get their attention, meanwhile you sat way up the back silent. Dad thought you were such a stupid looking animal and he knew you could never replace his Sammy, but it was that day that you were welcomed to their lives. They soon learnt that your timid looks had deceived them, as you bounded around the back yard chasing birds and barking away. They tried to train you - making you sit on a beanbag when inside, but you decided that there was no way you were sitting in one place, crawling along and pulling the beanbag with you. You were intelligent and logical, with a great sense of humour.
You were about two years old when I came along and boy did we have some fun. I remember trying to ride you like a horse, and thinking it was a good idea to share some of my Easter chocolate that you’d helped me find in the back yard. As I got older I guess we played less, but you still had this presence in my life that had such an influential impact. Dad left in 2007, but you, me and Brianna stuck together and helped mum through. We got Bonnie in 2011 and boy did you underestimate how much you’d love her. From the minute Bonnie entered our lives, until the minute you left ours today, she was with you every step of the way. You guys spent most days together and she knew you even better than us, together you guys were like Lady and the Tramp. You lay together, played together and even escaped together on one occasion. She’s gonna miss you the most old girl, and she doesn’t even realise it yet.
Even if you were only a dog, I still feel like you were and always will be one of the most influential members of this family. You saw it all - mum and dad when they were first together, when they got married, had me, had Brianna, when we lost Nan, when Dad left, and when we got Bonnie. You’ve been with me through friendship breakdowns, mental breakdowns, Easters, Christmases, Birthdays, the lot - and for that, I will be eternally grateful. A dog truly is a man’s best friend, and you will forever be one of mine.
Rest in peace Maly, I hope they’ve got a decent stash of liver treats wherever you may go now. You’ll be in our hearts forever and always. ❤️
- Me: I should do something with my life
- Me: *opens tumblr*