Cracker

My sweet, charming Cracker was born in front of me, two days before Christmas and has never left my side since. Born after his sister, he was the youngest and the smallest before growing into the biggest of the family. He had his father's big ears which became dangerous whips when he would shake his head. Though he was a peaceful soul with his mother's kind eyes. He thrived on biscuits and blankets - specifically ones smelling of me.

By the age of eight, he lost all his teeth and showed us how long his tongue truly was. The goofiest, cutest looking guy. I never took a single kiss for granted because I was the only one he would give them to. He was expressive in every way and spoke to me constantly. He was gentle, intelligent and caring. I am lucky to have known you and to have been loved so deeply, for so many wonderful years.

Cracker was there for me in my worst moments and I was there for him until his last.

I hope he is happy.