Saying goodbye is not easy. Frankly, it completely sucks, especially when it’s your best friend. We had to send our precious girl over the rainbow to play with her big brother and my heart hurts. We’ve never not had a dog in the house. The boys have always had a dog.

Allie was my furry bestie, especially after Avery died. I became her companion.

She was my running buddy. As soon as I would tie my shoes she was ready to go and pacing for me to hurry up and grab her leash.

She’d enjoyed morning coffee talks out on the deck after our run. And she patiently waited to get a piece of leftover bacon.

Then we had our Thursday night and Sunday night ritual of television, snuggles, wine and Goldfish. When there was nothing steamy going on on Grey’s she would snore. I particularly enjoyed having my own little space heater.

Occasionally she would smile for a photo.

But often she wasn’t enthused, she was just too cool.

We weren’t always besties. As a puppy, let’s just say I would sit on my kitchen floor and cry because I didn’t love her. Seriously, she was not a very good puppy. Her brother set high standards, which she did not meet for quite a while. Then all of the sudden she became the BEST dog…when she wasn’t jumping the fence, getting on the dining room table, and steeling entire trays of brownies from the stove.

Or being a carrot thief.

Enjoy playing with your brother again sweet girl. You will be missed SO MUCH. The house too quiet without you.