Maybe I did not know you long enough to feel as heartbroken as I do tonight, but Truffles, you were an amazing friend, companion and dog. Each day we had together brought countless smiles to my face, just as your departure brings an unending stream of tears.
From this day forward, I will be haunted of the thought that your last innocent puppy thought was one of fear; that you prayed in whatever way a creature of God can pray that I would show up to save you from your fall. I am eternally sorry that I was not there.
There will be those who wonder how someone could be so upset about the loss of a puppy not old enough to be really known. Well, to paraphrase Daniel Webster, ‘he was a small dog, but there are those who love him.’
Truffles was the innocent puppy I loved. So happy each morning at the prospect of a visit outside while a fresh bowl of kibbles awaited his return. So playful each afternoon with all of his brother and sister animals, who you can tell, are sad in their own way at the loss of their brother. So comforting each night when he would tuck himself into bed and gently snore away a night’s worth of puppy dreams.
Now, you lay in the garden under the statue of the Virgin Mary, where you will sleep for all eternity and dream whatever wonderful, innocent thoughts a creature of God dreams about. Perhaps, Truffles, you and I will dream the same dream — you by my side, your cool, clean fur nestled up against me. For there is nothing more special, more endearing than a Boy and his Dog.
Goodbye, my prince, my puppy, my friend.