I lost a good friend last night.
Bob, the handsome pug displayed above, came to us not that long ago with his sister/girlfriend/personal assistant/nurse, Bailey. In just a short time, these two brought an unrequited amount of love and warmth into our home with their gentleness, their unassuming ways and their constant need to be held and pet.
Unfortunately for us all, Bob was something of an old man, and last night, after a day just like any other, Bob laid down at my feet while I was in front of the TV and settled down for his final nap.
Bob was about as sweet of a dog and as good a companion as anyone could ever ask for. We'll miss his frumpy, no-nonsense, "Whatever, just pet me, OK?" attitude; we'll miss his wonderfully goofy facial expressions ("Bob's making a funny face", my 6-year-old son would say...he'd also gently extend Bob's ears out and say "Look, Bob is like a wolf!"); and we'll miss his quiet, gentle manner.
The world won't be quite as bright without you, Bob. We'll take care of Bailey, so don't you worry (or, perhaps more accurately, Bailey will take care of us). You just get a good rest, old man, and go with all of our love.
Good bye, Bob.
