Good-bye Old Friend

I had to make the decision to put Lewis down yesterday.
It was the worst day I've had in a long while.
Today is even worse.
I miss my puppy. I keep looking for him.
For years he was the only thing I had to look forward to at the end of the day.
He was always happy to see me.
I'm glad he didn't suffer much. He got to chase a cat on his last good day.
We buried him in the evergreen grove at my parents.
He's wrapped up in a blue blanket with his favorite tug of war rope.
I wish I had taken the bandages off his legs.
I wish his last memory of me weren't putting him in the crate at the hospital.
I had him for 1 month short of ten years.
I loved him. He was a good boy.

Good-bye Old Friend.