I hate goodbyes

We're leaving on the cruise tomorrow and I wanted to take a quick minute to remember someone who was so very important to me. My dog Ozzie really was so much more than a dog. He was my friend when I felt like I didn't have any friends. He loved me when I couldn't love myself. He was always there for me no matter what. On Wednesday, it was my turn to be there for him, even though I didn't want to say goodbye.

I remember when I was in second grade, one of the other kids brought a book about the life of a boy and his dog. When it got to the end and the dog had died, the boy (who was probably not a boy anymore) was really at peace because he told his dog every day how much he loved him. He knew that his dog knew how much he was loved.

I thought about that a lot this week as I spent as much time with Ozzie as I possibly could. He was such a good dog. I love you so much buddy and I miss you like crazy!