1. 17 September 2010 · 02:23 PM

    r.i.p

    r.i.p spike, my big boogaloo. i picked you out of the litter many years ago and you slept on my bed every night warming my feet.

    you were too cool to play fetch and you grumbled when i rubbed your left ear. when i used to come home to mom & dad’s house at 3am you’d come downstairs and sprawl with me on the floor watching cartoons and snore really loudly.

    we went on adventures together in the forest, you defended me from a bear. i’m so sorry i wasn’t there for you in the end. i wish i could have petted you just one last time. i tried to spend as much time with you as i could before i left to come here to the west coast…

    i know you knew how much i loved you old man.

    rest well, dear friend.
    xo.