We got the call about your ashes yesterday. "Abby is ready to come home," he said.
You were an old girl. I know that. I know you weren't living your best life anymore. I know you were in pain. I know it was time. But you were still you, full of love and happiness and the personality of a puppy. You wanted to get up and run, to chase that ball and catch that squirrel and keep up with your kids. I want to believe that you're doing all those things now. That maybe you're eating an entire pizza for once, not just the crusts. That wherever you are, you're with someone who loves you as much as we do.
And I hope you know how very loved you are and how much we miss you. You took a piece of each of us when you left. You were such a good girl, the best girl. Thank you for thirteen years of wags, kisses, unconditional love and unwavering devotion. I'll never forget how special you are and how much you meant to me. I hope I'll see you again someday.
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