I could write 40 pages about you and our lives together. You were so very loved! And you gave so much love back! I'll start by saying that you lived a good, long life. I'm glad we could give you that; Almost 15 wonderful years filled with car rides, walks, playing in the yard with your dog siblings, and cuddles, lots of cuddles. You spent your days lounging on your human's beds and your nights snuggled against my chest, fast asleep in my arms. You were an expert cuddler, and you were so loving that I nicknamed you Casanova. You couldn't get enough attention from us! And it was easy to give it to you; such a handsome and loving boy, plopped on our laps even though you weighed 55 pounds - hardly a lap dog!
You did have a little bit of the devil in you, though. Remember when you first came home, ran into the kitchen and leaped up on the island? I couldn't stop laughing, staring at you, standing on the counter with that crazy tail wagging and a huge, happy grin, as if to say "d'ya like my new trick?" but you never did it again. You seemed to know it just wasn't where dogs belonged. Or, you got it out of your system. You kinda made your own decisions.
Now, you're at The Bridge and your pain is gone - only happiness fills your heart! Chester, Rudy, Max, and all the others who've gone before you will show you the way, and one day we'll all be reunited.
I love you, Casanova, and I can't stop missing you.