Today was the day that our dear family member and German Shepherd, Truffie passed away in his sleep.
He was 12 years young.
I can't describe the depth of pain I feel at this very moment. I don't think it has really sunken in yet. Perhaps I'm still in shock.
We will bury him tomorrow morning in his favorite spot in the backyard. It's where he used to bark at neighboring dogs and imitate the sound of a fire engines as they went by.
He was a very active and intelligent dog. I sometimes thought he was a human trapped in a dog's body.
From the time he was a pup with those lovely, little button hook ears until his remaining days on Earth, he has always captured our hearts.
We named him Truffie, because his muzzle, when we got him at 11 weeks old, resembled a chocolate truffle.
We thought the name Truffie would be more endearing that just truffle or truffles.
I can't thank him enough for all he has done for me. I have become a stronger and more compassionate person because of him.
He has certainly brought our family together.
He lived a very lucky and extremely happy life. We are proud to have provided that for him.
He was a confidant, a loyal training partner and, most of all, my best friend.
I will miss him dearly, as will the rest of our family.
Rest in peace, old friend. See you soon.