today’s post is dedicated to my parents’ beloved golden retriever, owen, who finally had enough of this silly world yesterday.
truly the sweetest boy in the whole world. and he knew it too.
whenever we’d ask, “owen, who’s the best dog in the entire world?” he’d move his weight mildly to one of his two artificial hips, and gently raise his front, right paw signaling that he was, indeed, the finest pooch in town.
not boastful or bold, just fact. he was that good, that kind and that well-mannered.
priscilla, are reading this?
thank you dear boy for making the world sweeter for the last 11 years.