Wyatt -



I look for you every day when I come home, and you're not there. Your absence stings me, and I get the notion that I won't ever get used to feeling this way. 



I pretend to be fine the best way I know how because everyone's moved on. It hasn't even been 2 weeks since I had to put you down.



I feel relieved that you're not in pain, but I wasn't prepared to leave you so soon. You were stoic and never told me how much pain you were in until I couldn't help you. You just stopped feeling good and then you couldn't walk. 



You were absolutely one of the best dogs I've ever met and the best dog I'll ever have as a companion. I just know it. I'm crushed, Wyatt. Just devastated.



But I'm so glad I got to care for you. We met at a special time in my life when I didn't have many distractions and could spend time with you, give you a routine, and love you to the extent you deserved. I have a lot of funny memories with you. Hopping in the car and cruising, taking long walks around Northside and Over the Rhine, holding you in my arms or at least trying. You were so big and furry and beautiful. 



And you seemed to love me too. I felt like we were a family. A small, happy family. 



I wish I could have helped you, Wyatt. I did everything I knew to do. I'd have done anything for you. 



I wish I hadn't bought this house to rehab and spent so many nights without you before you died. I think of all the times we could have been together, but I didn't want you to have to be around all the noise at the new house. I'd have never bought the place if I had known what would happen. I'm so sorry.



I'm not sure I believe in the Rainbow Bridge. I think my time with you was all I had, and that's why I'm so sad, but I'll entertain hope. The idea of you playing and feeling great makes me smile, so maybe it's possible. 



I love you so much, Wyatt. I never knew I could. 



I'm going to bury most of your ashes in our new yard. It's not really anywhere you got to enjoy, but you'll be close and I'll be there. Paul and I decided to spread some of your ashes in the courtyard at the apartment. We spent many nights out there together and think you should be there, too. 



To my baby boy, my old bones, my chunk, my mister man. 



Your companion, Mollie