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Death is such a cruel thing. Just when you think you've got a handle on your life, the handle falls off. Something goes wrong, or, in the worst case, someone you love more than words can say dies.
Ted was my puppy. My little black Schipperke. But he was more than a puppy to me. He was my brother, my best friend, my boy. He was the one I was lucky enough to pick out, lucky enough to discover and take home, lucky enough to love for the short amount of time we spent together. And I hope he thought himself just as lucky as I think myself.
Words can't describe how much I enjoyed having him in my life, how much I miss him today. How much I wish I'd been there the day he died. I can't help but to think that if only I'd been there, he'd still be alive today, chewing on my feet and greeting me from his place in the windowsill.
Still, although I can't see him, I believe his spirit will always be with me.As long as I never forget my Bear, he will always be here, in my heart.
It truly is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. The things he taught me are too many to count, but the most important of them was this: Every day is a gift. Enjoy it, be happy. You never know how many you have left, so make the best of this day and every day.
Ted, I miss you so much. I love you, Bear. Love, me