Sometimes, you need to take a little bit and just mourn the passing of a loved one; wether it be family, friend, or pet. I'm devestated by the recent passing of my dog, Dakota.
We had to put him down Saturday morning because we discovered he had cancer, and only had days to live. He was suffering, he could barely jump off the couch and often fell down the stairs. He was such a trooper. I miss the days when he would endlessly run around outside, playing with his beloved Kong or chewing on a stick he found, sometimes bringing it inside. He loved being at our cabin, he would constantly speed down the trail, now called Dakota Trail, that runs between our cabin and our pond in the middle of the woods. He'd chase us while we were on ATVs, and a lot of times even caught up to us. We would throw sticks in the pond, and he would go swim after them. He loved everyone, and showed that love by putting his head up against you. We'd hang out while I played Xbox, I would sit on the edge of my chair and leave space for him to jump up and sit with me. He would constantly bother me with his Kong, and sometimes I gave in and played catch with him. When he was smaller, he would sit on the top of our couch like a cat, and destroyed the blinds behind it because of his seating position. I've had him for 7 years since I was 7 y/o, so he practically became a part of me. He made my childhood special. I remember adopting him, he was running around playing with all his brothers and sisters, and I asked the owner "Which one's the cuddliest?", to which she showed me him. We brought him home, and called him Dakota, because we took a recent trip to South Dakota and we liked the name. Right when we got there, he hid under a hose reel. He slowly opened up over time, and eventually fell in love with us, as we did with him. He was always there for me when I was feeling down. Whenever I got on the bus for school in the morning, he'd look out the window at me until I left. Whenever I got home, he'd be there at the door waiting for me with his tail wagging. Throughout his entire life, he'd lay next to me every night in bed. He loved being under the blanket, and would sit there trying to get under and rest. He was such a good dog, he never did anything wrong; never got into the garbage, never pooped in the house, never bit, never stole your food, he was perfect. I'm crying writing this all. These past few days have been hard. His death was so unexpected and sudden, I literally woke up to my dad crying, telling me the bad news. He died pretty young, he was only 7, his breed has a life expectancy of 12-14 years. I'm going to love and cherish his memory forever. He was such an angel, so playful and happy to be alive. I'll always miss you, Dakota. See you later.