I was in Loveland, Colorado, from Sunday through yesterday (well, Sunday and Wednesday were spent on the road, driving). When we got back last night, I was told that I should get to my mom’s house because Dakota wasn’t doing well.She said that he had almost gone. He perked up a bit when I got into the house, letting me love on him and talk to him. His breathing seemed to calm a bit. But then he kept struggling, like he was struggling against some unknown force.

My baby passed away last night, less than an hour after I had gotten home from the Colorado trip.

Maybe he was holding on to say goodbye. Maybe he was waiting to get one final dose of love. Whatever it was, I was able to hold him one last time, tell him that I loved him, and tell him that he was the best dog a girl could have.

He was my baby and I will miss him so much more than I can say. My bed is a lonelier place without him. My house is not as much fun to be in. My heart is a bit heavier today.

RIP my boy, my buddy. I will miss you so much more than I can say.

You are loved. Always.