Rascal
On the day Rascal passed away, we layed him out on our porch in his favorite bed to take in the sights and sounds of the neighborhood that we'd grown up in together. The day he died late last August, the sun was shining, neighborhood kids were screaming and playing, and a family event was going on at the park by our house. I can't express how grateful I am that my beautiful boy could feel the sun shining on his body, smell fresh Summer air, and hear the sounds of our neighborhood one last time before crossing the rainbow bridge. But now that the seasons are changing and it's starting to warm up again, I can't help but yearn for my dog. Not a day has gone by where I haven't missed him, but today is so different as it's so similar to the day he died. Kids are screaming, the weather is gorgeous, and theres a cool breeze. He died just two weeks short of his 16th birthday, and if I were given the opportunity to lose 15 years of my life just to spend one more day with him I'd take it in a heartbeat. I just want people to know that he existed, and I want people to know that he was such a smart, loyal, and most of all, loving dog. He was beautiful, and it pains me in an indescribable way that I will never get to hold him in my arms for the rest my life. I want to hug him and feel his coat just one last time.