19/03/2025
Storm,
(Aka Bug, Moo Man, Buddy, Storminator, Perfect Angel Baby Man)
How could knowing you be put into words?
It feels impossible to be honest.
There aren't enough ways to say how missed you are, how loved you are, and how much you changed the life of each and every person you met.
When I look at your favourite resting spot, and don't see your ears move back and forth or your eyes light up as you see me, it fills me with an unparalleled sadness and unending silence.
Our home feels wrong without you here.
There is a deep emptiness from your missing presence.
I want you to crawl up to me on the sofa and ask for pets by wriggling your nose under my arm.
I want you to stare at me as I open the fridge or prepare food, forever the optimist.
I want you to pop up from round the corner when I get back from work, gleefully welcoming me back with big stretches, back wiggles, and butt pet demands.
I want you to bark at the door buzzer, letting us know a new friend of yours has arrived.
I want you to throw yourself on me, biting, bouncing around, and getting stupidly excited as we're playing together.
I want you to do excited tip taps knowing your dinner is coming.
I want to do tricks with you, seeing you locked into every cue, eyes bright and sparkly, loving the whole experience.
I want to go for walkies and take 500 pictures of you just being your goofy self.
I want to witness your insane diggies on the sofa.
I want to see you drop a toy just so I can say "oh no! Where'd it go?" one last time.
I want you to be here again, for more than one last time.
The perfect dog may not exist, but buddy, you are the closest thing to perfection.
Forever wouldn't have been long enough with you.
I love you so much. I know you know that.
You're the best. Rest in peace my love.
22/05/2013 - 16/03/2025
