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You are the little dog that I fought for all those years ago to stay here with me. Your spirit was, is the reason. Life was a game to you, always. A daily walk to the mailbox became your personal herding exercise, never missing an opportunity to bump and shoulder your beloved people in a perpetual game of block and tackle. Mail in hand, we’d complain, but always we’d smile at your incessant attempts to redirect our mundane task into your personal funny game.
The other dogs tolerated your insistence for Mischief, if only your mother by that name could have seen you grow up. Your dog friends finally gave you some room in your last days, a small victory for our little buddy who always was in the shadow of the others. It was your way to stay in the wings, out of the way. We knew it was a ploy, and that you were keeping track of every little thing, waiting for your chance to make a game of it, steal another’s toy, run and bark, take the advantage. Always happy, always joyful, always full of yourself.
What days we had. What fun. What a stinker you were. From puppy to young dog, from youth to our full grown and favored house dog. Full of funny antics and silliness that made up your life.
In our final days together you were here with us and we were content to know that a little time was still ahead. 20 days, how short that went by. We spent hours stroking your head and talking to you. You stayed close. We were careful to remember each moment like never before as they told us you would surely pass on soon. We wouldn’t let them take you from us, our little friend, without a good fight. You held on. We were there to hold you to the promise of tomorrow for yet one more day in the sunshine. These long days of summer are short to us now as we think of time passing away beneath the ache in our hearts. Goodbye our little joyful Harvard, we will remember you the rest of our days and smile at the times we’ve had.
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