I am writing here because i feel a level of grief that i haven't previously felt before. I just received a phone call form my distraught brother, who was afraid to tell me he had just found my dog dead in the garage where he sleeps. We don't know what happened, but dad says he died in his sleep. I am finding it hard to type as my tears won't seem to stop and are blurring my vision.
Sarge had been a loyal companion to me ever since we got him 14 years ago from the pound. He was the runt of the litter, which we think may of contributed to him being the most wonderful caring dog a family could ever ask for. He was never aggressive towards any member of the family, always looked after myself and my brother Sean, and provided us with so many good memories over the years i cant even start to count them on my fingers. What makes me feel much worse is that i'm currently living over a thousand Kilometers from him, and my family who needs me right now.
My father talked to me after Sean, and said he had buried him this evening right where asked once, between two trees in the backyard, just under A replica of Anduril (the sword of aragorn from lord of the rings) i had Stuck between them, a la sword in the stone style. At least i know now that whenever i visit home that his final resting spot shall be marked by a sword that represented both his dedication to his family, and his good soul, that i know hope waits for me in heaven where he so rightfully belongs.
I will never be able to replace you, and you will always live on in my memories . I love you still, and miss you until my dying days. Thank you for being there for me as a child, giving me the support i needed that no human ever really can. My only regret is that i did not get enough photos of you, but this will make me treasure the ones i have of you even more.
you will be very sorely missed my friend,