You didn’t always make it easy, but you were a good dog nonetheless. We loved you and you loved us back. I can’t thank you enough for watching over Kristen when she lived alone in that house; to you, it was instinct, same as waking in the morning, but to me it meant everything.
Thought we’d have a little more time, but that’s okay. Nine years is enough. You’ve climbed mountains, swam in rivers, and stayed in swanky hotels. We did everything we could, but it still feels like we didn’t, really. Still feels like we could’ve done a little more.
You were a good bear. A good bear, and that’s what matters. No one else quite got you, did they? I didn’t always quite get you. That’s okay. Nobody needs to get you now. You can just be you now.
Goodnight, buddy, and see you on the other side. I know you’ll be up there, terrorizing kids in that dog park in the sky. They’ll be all right, though; your bark was always worse than your bite.
