bye my beagle
i got my first dog as a christmas present my freshman year of highschool, after at least 5 years of "can i pleeeeease have a dog dad." they gave him to me in a basket and he fell asleep in my lap. i named him dawson, because i thought that the guy with the creek had a nice name for a dog. he had the sweetest face and when he'd wag his tail the whole back half of his body wiggled in sync. he ate my cell phone once and my dad's glasses another time, and i think he ate at least 3 remote controls for various tv's, but he had the kind of eyes that always said "i love you so much and i can't help that i'm a dog" that no one stayed mad at him and we bought new cell phones and glasses and kept loving the dog. he also had a gallbladder that clogged and a liver that failed. he died this morning.
i can't believe how much it hurts to lose my only friend who could never talk to me, except when i realize that he was my only friend who ever loved me unconditionally.
when we tucked him in at night (and we always tucked in the dog--he wouldn't go to sleep otherwise), we'd talk to him like a baby. "go sleepy night-night." my mom started that. go sleepy night-night, dawson.