Phoebe

I am devastated that you are gone, Phoebe! You were a birthday gift for my 23rd birthday. I’ll never forget the disbelief in receiving such a gift.

You were always a spunky little thing. You enjoyed playing with chew toys twice your size, humping your PePe Le Pew doll and barking viciously at dogs 5 times your size.

You had the most sensitive ears, alerting us when the dryer was getting ready to ding with the most ferocious barks.

As you got older, you were no longer ferocious and hardly ever barked. It was hard to watch you struggle to walk and see. It was heartbreaking to watch you circle for hours.

I wanted to be selfish and keep you here so I wouldn’t miss you. But I could no longer continue to be selfish. I hope you know how much I adored you, Pheebs! You were my first shot at being a parent.

Though I am heartbroken, I know you are resting easy feeling the sun on your face and a soft blanket beneath your body. I’ll love you for eternity!