One week ago today we lost our little dog Dexter – the coolest dog ever – to cancer.
To say he is missed is an understatement.
I still don’t really have the words to express our grief. He took care of me and watched over his girl.
The first time they met.
He made Matt a dog person and kept our feet warm at night.
Shortly after we adopted him.
The best napping accessory.
He was family. Hell he made us a family. He was our “and dog makes three.”
His first bath at his new home.
The first sweater I ever knit. It even has a D on the back of it.
Especially heartbreaking is that his girl keeps looking for him. She crawls to the stairs and screams her pterodactyl doggie call, points up and says “DA”
She cries every time she’s put in her playpen because her dog isn’t there to keep her company. I didn’t even realize he did that. But when I had to switch laundry or run upstairs for something he would keep an eye on her for me.
And now I don’t know how to tell her that her best friend is gone.