Yesterday, I told you to ‘Lock it up”, just our usual nightly routine for dinner. I didn’t even have to tell you twice last night. Sometimes you try to hide to get a morsel of food dropped (or snuck) by the kids. You were just doing what you were told. You couldn’t help that the fireworks were scary and that the garage door was cracked just enough for you to make a run for it. You were my escape artist. You’re the reason our whole backyard is rigged with lock and key, because you learned how to open gates at only 8” tall.
How did I know that this house would feel so empty without you? How did I know that sleeping without you curled up next to us would be impossible? The piece of meat still sitting on my table is a reminder that you never made it back to clean up the crumbs after dinner. I’m sorry, Arthur. There will always be an emptiness in our hearts where you were curled up.
I love you, little buddy.❤️❤️🐾