Journal dexterpexter's Journal: Go gently... 10
When you came into this world, you were someone else's inconvenience.
When you first started sleeping on my doorstep, you became an unexpected, infested mess with which I didn't know what to do.
When you looked into my eyes, you became a reminder of the 18-year old dog I had just painfully lost to a failed liver--a dog who, like you, had also shown up on my doorstep many years before.
When you decided to stay, and insisted on this point, you became my responsibility.
When you learned to ask for nightly walks, you became my companion. (And a terror to all of the neighborhood rabbits.)
When you crawled into my lap, you came my snuggle buddy.
When you learned to sucker me out of food, you became my funny old FatDog.
And, over these years, you became my best friend.
I couldn't have asked for a better dog; you gave me more wonderful years than anyone could fairly ask for. Coming home to your wagging tail and bouncing each day made the world seem a little better.
Thank-you.
Rest in peace, old friend. I will take things from here.
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