I’ve been meaning to write this since it happened last week but I haven’t gotten round to putting the words in my head down onto a post. I’ve written a few posts in my head and none of them do her justice which is why I’ve been quiet.
We lost a family member Monday evening last week. She was beautiful and loved with abandon, she was kind and full of life. She’s missed by us all but mostly by Fysh. You see, Fysh doesn’t know a life without her. We got Joonbug when he was a year old and she’s been his best friend ever since.
Yes I’m talking about a dog, but Joonbug was more than just a dog, she really was a member of the family. Sure she ate poop and thought she was a cat but still.
I’ll never get to watch the two of them chilling out in a blanket fort Fysh made again, or watch them play soccer or hear her bark or see her happy face greet us at the gate. But worst of all Fysh last his best friend and that’s a really big life lesson for him, one I would never have wanted for him.