For Cowboy. On April 3rd, at 12:24 PM 2022, you passed away from a greedy vets inability to see your liver was dying, baby boy. You were only 10 but so much younger. You were my little copilot, our sheriff, our darling cuddle bug and chunky monkey. You were utterly delightful, sweet, and you had a terrific little smirk. I miss everything about you, little man; your stinky breath, your bouncy confident trot, the way you would burrow your sweet little head into our arms when bed time came. I miss how you used to loaf, and lick your paws like a cat, and your precious- albeit loud- barking. I loved how your hair crimpled after a bath, and I miss your begging, round eyes when the turkey rolled around on Thanksgiving. Your speckled paws, your fluffy butt, how you loved your quiet time-- you were like me in so many ways, you little introvert. There's not a day where I don't think of you in some aspect, my sweet angel. How I wish we could of changed it, how Megan misses you. She's old and grayer now, but she still perks up when we mention even the word of your name, deliberate or not. Sasha brings her comfort, and while we love her new addition, the family still feels your absence every day. Big shoes to fill, my little man. I think of you every day and I miss you terribly, always will, we love you darling boy. I'd do anything Cowboy to bring you back!!! ❤
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