I Just Want My Dog Back

Jesus and I had to make the hardest decision of our lives yesterday. Waldo had been losing weight, not eating, and his back end has been really sore and stiff. Friday night, I found a sore on his back and decided it was time to take him to see the vet. Waldo had lymphoma, his glands were swollen everywhere, and Dr. Dan was almost positive he had tumors in his chest which was why it was so hard for him to breathe. We decided to stop his suffering and had him put down yesterday morning.

I miss his ginormous feet and the way he stomped around everywhere and how we could hear him coming from a mile away. I miss his stinky butt and the mysterious air leak sounds that always seemed to eminate from his hindquarters while we were deep into a movie.

I miss the way he woke us up at 2am because he decided he needed to go outside. I miss the "bump-bump-bump" of his tail on the wall in the mornings when he was so excited to wake up and face the day. I miss the soft fur on his belly I stroked when he cuddled up next to me.

I miss his breath on my neck and the slobber dripping down the window whenever we went somewhere in the car. I miss his "happy-dance" when it was time for food. I miss his half-assed rolling over whenever we tried to get him to do tricks.

I miss his slobbery beard that always left wet streaks wherever he put his chin. I miss the way his eyebrows stuck out just so and made him look like an old man. I miss his gigantic brown nose. I miss him being always at my heels when I try to make dinner, because let's face it, he never stayed out of the kitchen.

Mostly, I just miss my Waldo and want him back. You were a great dog, Waldo, we couldn't have asked for any better. We love you and miss you.