May you sprint through meadows and eat rotisserie chicken every day now, my best buddy. 💔

This is the best boy in his favorite place doing his favorite thing. The way he would jaunt up and down the lane at the lake would make us smile every single time.

He was a dog, yes. But he was also probably the only being that saw every single side of me. He snuggled me in bed the days I laid there and cried, out of pain or sheer exhaustion. He looked at me confused when I popped out of bed acting like I was fine because I didn't want the family member that just got home to know how bad I felt. He moved with me to Rochester and was a piece of home when I missed it and my people so much.

He was the loudest home security system, but the best welcome home committee. When he knew it was a family member, he'd bring his Lambchop to the door to show us, for presentation purposes only.

I miss his click-clacks on the hard floors, his big sighs as he settled in to fall asleep, his softest fur behind his ears. I miss all of him with a different ache than I have ever known. 🐾