Dearest little Bug,
It was love at first sight, and I know that I was meant to be your mom. You were my very first dog, my best doggy friend and the doggy love of my life. You did so much for me and for so many other little dogs (as much as you disliked that part), and you instinctively taught Twiggy the ropes. Your sassy personality transcended our language barrier and we had a very special connection; a way of knowing and a friendship that I still feel and will always treasure. You were bossy, determined and sometimes painfully persistent, but fiercely loyal. When a treat was offered, you snatched it up right away – just in case. Your perfectly timed double bark, chicken brock brock sounds, truffle pig snuffling, snoring (no two snores were ever the same) and goofy little waddle were unique to you and were just a few of the immeasurable number of things that I adored about you. One of your many nicknames was “The Iron Lady” because you seemed impervious to illness, but devastatingly, after somewhere in the neighbourhood of seventeen years of resistance, all of your parts decided to give up at once. You still fought valiantly to stay with us and you stoically endured all of the things that needed to be done to keep you going and as comfortable as possible. I was so lucky to have that precious extra time with you, but still my heart wasn’t ready when, on that very snowy night in late December, you let me know that you were ready to go.
Tiny Buglet, I loved you your whole life. I will miss you for the rest of mine. All my love, thoughts and hugs until we meet again.
Love, your very lucky mom (and Twiggy too) xoxo