Earlier this week, my dog of 11 years passed away.
George was the best dog there ever was.
The day we got George, my brother Bruce and I were sitting in the living room watching Wizards of Waverly Place the movie. (It was 2 days before the start of 7th grade for me, and 5th grade for him)
Mom told us to come outside because Dad was home and had a surprise for us.
Bruce jokingly said, “A dog,”
To which I replied, “Yeah, right”
Well, what do you know? It was a dog, a 10 week old Yellow Lab Puppy who didn’t even have a name.
We named him George after Curious George, because George got into everything. (Thinking back on it, he should have died a long time ago. He ate chocolate, banana bread, power bars, and a wooden coat tree)
I have been thinking a lot about our time with him this past week, and I feel sad. I’m sad to know he will no longer be there whenever you come home, I’m sad to know that we have to continue on without him.
The best thing about dogs is how loyal they are.
I can’t even tell you the number of times I woke up in the middle of the night having a panic attack, and George was always there. I doubt he knew what was happening, but he was there all the same.
Dogs don’t have any prejudices. George loved everyone. And he thought everyone loved him, (which I mean, who wouldn’t just look at his face)
I feel so grateful for my time with George.
He taught me that love changes and grows.
First, I loved George because of how adorable he was.
But, the more time I spent with him, the more I realized his personality and his love and his heart.
I know that George is in heaven right now playing with all the dogs and eating all the treats.
I also know that I will see him again.
But for now, I will just go on missing him.
I will love you forever George, thank you for being the best boy a girl could have.