To my happy brown-eyed puppy,
I do not have memories of home before you and Fido arrived. 2.5 years of Fido, then 10 of you and Fido together and then 3.5 just you. That’s 16 years. I don’t even know what it’s like to not have one of you around. I’m glad you’re both together now though and I’m sure he missed you like mad, just like we’re going to. You are such a presence, Simba. Your dad aged so gracefully, and you, you never aged! You were my 14 year old grandpa puppy, filled with love and excitement and joy.
Home is quiet and weird. I miss your barks, I miss you waiting for me to sit down somewhere so you could come and cuddle with me, or at least sit nearby. I miss you yelling at me to take you for a walk. I miss walking you. I miss you. I don’t know what to do with myself and I don’t know who I am if I’m not your companion and caretaker. You had all of me the minute I saw you – that tiny puppy who fit in my palm.
I thank Fido for entering our lives, and giving us you. Now that you’re gone, it’s like I’ve lost Fido all over again, because you always carried a piece of him with you. I can only hope that some day I’ll learn to love the way you both loved us. My heart is broken, but I know time will heal it.
It’s been over 3 years and we still talk about Fido every single day in this house. We’re going to be talking about you too. You were a legend, Simba Fido Patel. I hope I told you enough how much I love you.
Until we meet again,
Your human forever,