En memoria de Fisher Beau (2025 – 2026)

I hope you are at peace, my baby. I'm sorry I couldn't save you.

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✎ What sound do you miss the most? I miss the sound of his paws against the floor. He was so big, his dragging paws made a shhhk, shhhk, shhhk, sound against the vinyl. I miss how he panted when he was happy and tired out from playing. And I miss the sound of his silence. It meant that nothing was upsetting him.

You were so loyal, and I know that I was your everything. You were mine, too. We got caught in a storm one day. You hated the rain and thunder. But while I was still in the yard, you stood in the pouring rain until I could come inside. Just a little puppy, and you were already so brave. I'll never forget how you looked that day when I realized that you were waiting for me.

I miss you, my baby. I can't believe it's been two months already since we said goodbye. You never knew that I waited for you all my life. I wished for you on every birthday and every Christmas, every dandelion and wish on a star, I was hoping that you would come into my life. I still can't believe you left it so soon. I love you, Fisher.

You were so good, and so smart. I swear sometimes you could speak English. I'm so proud of you, my sweet boy. I'm sorry this world was too big for you. I'm sorry I couldn't fix what was happening in your mind. You were such a good dog. I will always remember you that way.

Diario: Fisher Beau

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