It’s been a rough summer. I am not going to lie.
We had a loss. A great loss.
He was a great loss because he was a part of my life for 16 years.
Seth, my sweet, loving, handsome little pomchi was by my side when I was thousands of miles away from my family while away at college. Almost 2 decades later, he was still by my side.
He brought Big Daddy and I together, because being cute does that.
He taught me how to take care of someone other than myself. He fetched my keys when I lost them. He took away my keys when he didn’t want me to leave. Sometimes, he would even bribe me to stay, with flowers and a handsome tie.
He proudly donned every ridiculous outfit I put on him alongside his equally willing brother, Kevin.
He even got blessed by a Franciscan Priest and has been rather well-behaved since. Can’t say as much about his brother Kevin…
He was there when a ring was put on my finger, and he witnessed the stress and joy of planning the biggest event our family has ever seen. And in the midst of all the craziness, he was thrilled that I finally said, “I Do”.
He saw me perform on stage and barked incessantly when he spotted me on television (to the everyday human being, these weren’t huge roles – but HE thought it was – who says your dog can’t be your biggest… and only… fan?). He thought I was the bees knees most of the time – even in my craziest state.
He saw me as pregnant as a house and he would spend long, lazy hours resting his soft head on my belly.
He watched LD grow and patiently succumbed to her wild toddler ways as she viciously pulled on his perfectly coiffed tail. And through it all, by her side, he stood.
He even brought LD on long, lovely walks.
He surrendered to our Fam-o-ween madness without a peep.
He watched me weep when we lost his brother Kevin, followed by back to back pregnancy and baby losses. My very insightful pup knew that cuddling up to my feet was all I needed from him.
And his sweetness didn’t stop with us. He had enough love to give to friends of all shapes and sizes.
He was with me – everyday.
Every. Single. day.
Until he was not…
Seth was my first baby.
And there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss his high pitched bark, his enthusiastic greetings, and his uncanny ability to smile.
Being the beach-loving, California-raised, island pup that he was… Seth spent his first day as part of our family, at the beach. And also his last…
His final hours were filled with love, soft sand, and water. After months of us not seeing it… our Seth smiled once again.
Why wouldn’t he? He knew he was loved. And he spent all of his 16 years loving us right back.
There’s a special (and gigantic) spot in my heart for my little guy. He wasn’t just a dog, or a companion, or a victim to my seemingly abusive outfitting. He was family. And he always will be.
Rest in peace my sweet boy. You lived such a good life, and you added to mine in so many ways. Through all the changes and the turbulent times, thank you for being my constant.
I Love you to the moon (on the other side of rainbow bridge, at the end of the tunnel) and back,
Mama
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