This is the collage I am going to post/send tomorrow morning afterwards, and the rough draft of the obituary I wrote. The photo is actually 4x3, but for some reason, Blogger is not uploading/displaying it correctly.
Good night, sweet prince.
October 15, 1998 – August 2, 2014From a very young age, I remember pestering my parents to get me a dog. This resulted in owning fish, to which I responded, “Fish aren’t pets because you can’t pet them.” My parents and my oma even made fun of me, crawling around and barking like a dog because I wanted one so badly! Finally, I got this weird idea in my head (I really remember it was real!!!) that my parents promised I could get a dog when I turned 8! Well, my 8th birthday came and passed, and there was no dog. Finally, that Christmas, I went to the Humane Society of Santa Clara with my brother, dad, and grandpa, and we met Sandy! He was in a kennel with a litter of different dogs. They were all black and white with longer hair, and Sandy was alone. When we came closer, my grandpa put his hand against the cage, and I remember seeing that the other dogs would try to bite him, and Sandy came up to him and licked him. That was it – we knew which dog we wanted to take home. We went home that day as excited as we could be and could not wait until we could pick him up. Sandy was a hyper dog growing up, and loved to run (as in, he ran from out from the house several times to get us to chase him over the years). He was always a people-loving dog – maybe to the point where his love and curiosity scared other people. A few years ago, Sandy was diagnosed with arthritis in his hip bone, but that did not stop him from wanting to be with us wherever we were in the house, and it definitely has not put a damper on his desire to leave the house and explore the outside world on walks. Maybe my perception of this dog doesn’t match anyone else’s, but I know that he knew when I was hurting. He always had this desire to make people feel better, and I knew I always had a friend to listen to me and just to be with. So I am hurting, having to say goodbye to him now after almost 16 years growing up together. He has seen me grow up out of the various schools and uniforms; he traveled with us out of our old house; and he knows so many people dear to me. But I know that in my heart of hearts, he is going to be happier without all the pain and suffering he has gone through the past few years. And we will see each other again on the other side (: