RIP Rufio

Rufio,


Our love affair was short but sweet. I feel like we were still getting to know one another and I’m very sorry that our friendship must end here. You, Sir, would have been a fine dog that I could have buried in 15 years with heroic stories we would tell around the dinner table. But you were still young and you made a mistake and these things happen but unfortunately my automatic second chance rule was not enforced and the judge decided to make an example of you. It wasn’t your fault and I don’t blame you and you will always be remember fondly in mind but you can’t go about biting moms. They truly frown upon that.

I’m sorry if you knew this was coming, I’m sure I could see it on your face, regretful dog eyes are not easily forgotten. Jenny didn’t believe me but I could see it.

I hope you are in a better place where you can run all over with your hound dog nose to the ground following smells you only ever smelled in your dreams and chewing on endless tubes of Burt’s Bees chapstick because I just want you to be happy.

I’ll remember our last morning in bed with you wiggling all around for the rest of my life.

I love you.

K.