I never spent enough time with you. I was always “too busy” with school work or wasting time on the computer. Too busy worrying about the boys and what they thought of me and would they notice me, too busy worrying about whether my friends were loyal to me or not. You were always there, and you always seemed happy. You must have been in so much pain as the cancer began to take over your body, but I never was with you enough to notice. Most of the time I forgot about you, and I’m so, so sorry.
I will always love you unconditionally. I remember the first time I held you, stroked your fur; I was so excited to be getting a puppy. I haven’t played with you enough over the years. I hope you know how much I love you.
I can’t really talk to my friends about this as much as I’d like. I mean, they feel sad for me and for you to some degree, but they expect me to get over it soon enough. I don’t know if I’ll be able to.
You mean so much to me; I love you. Your hugs were the best, your kisses were the most enthusiastic, and I know where you’re going is going to be so much better than here.