Dear Butch,
Our lives changed on October 8, 2010 when you entered our family. You were supposed to be a dog for the kids. You were the cure to their (mostly Avery’s) endless begging. We thought we were rescuing you, but I think you did as much for us.
You have been such a faithful and awesome dog. You were perfect for our family, because your two favorite things to do are eat and sleep. Just like us! You were always good for a cuddle, especially if we were wrapped in the horse blanket.
I’ll miss you running to the door and your tail nearly wagging off because you were so excited to see me. I’ll miss you running to the kitchen when you hear the cheese tray open in the refrigerator. Or, how you turn flips in the air when you realize that you get to have canned dog food. I’ll miss you positioning yourself right in front of the vent when you ride in the car and way you bark at the doorbell commercial on HGTV. I’ll think of you every time I see your thundercoat and when I find a random tennis ball that you’ve scattered and hidden in the house.Every time I get out of the shower and you aren’t laying on the mat, I’ll be sad. And, although I’ve always complained about it, I’ll miss getting up with you in the night when you have to go to the potty. I’ll never know why you wouldn’t let anyone but me take you outside in the middle of the night, but I’m honored you thought so much of me! 🙂
I truly believe that God matched you with us. I’m so grateful that we got to be your family. I’m so sorry that your cancer got the best of you. Knowing that you have been in pain this past week has weighed so heavily on us. As much as I’d love to buy time for you to stay here, I can’t bare to imagine what you are enduring. We’ve prayed for God to help us not be selfish in our decisions regarding when it was your time to go, but that doesn’t make it any easier.
Sweet baby Butch, you will hold a piece of my heart forever. We will miss you in a big and mighty way. Can we make a deal? When I get to heaven, will you run to the pearly gates to greet me? With all the fanfare you’ve given me the past five years everytime I’ve arrived home from work, I can’t imagine a better “welcome wagon” into heaven!
I love you … we all do,
Stephanie, Don, Avery and Piper
