Skeeter, my best boy,
Fifteen years went by too fast, yet it still wasn’t enough time with you. You were the absolute best friend and companion I could have ever asked for. From the time I brought you home at eight weeks old, you loved to snuggle and be with me at all times. We grew up together. You taught me how to be responsible for someone other than myself. You were there for every milestone in my life.
You were the best big brother to your three little sisters. You loved when they would sneak you green beans and blueberries and even let them use you as a canvas on occasion. You absolutely loved belly rubs, fetch, and sunbathing—but most of all, you loved being with your family.
Your loss has been the hardest thing I have ever had to go through. The house isn’t the same without you. I miss hearing your snoring when you were in a deep sleep and the sound of your little feet on the hardwood. It’s agonizing to look at all of your favorite spots and not see you there. I take comfort in knowing you are not in pain anymore, but just know that you are missed terribly.
I know you’re up at Rainbow Bridge with your doggy cousins, doing all the things you love, eating anything you can imagine, and completely pain-free. You were my greatest gift, and we will miss you forever.
We love you, Skeeter-Doe-Monk.
