My Schipperke Spaz was the head of the dog household. He is deeply missed by his "brothers and sisters." I come home from work and cry because he is not at the gate looking through the slat for my car. There is no welcoming barking. I miss him sleeping on my pillow and licking my face to wake me up. Every corner of this house reminds me of him and I long to see him lying in his favorite spots.
He was so animated and lovable. Everyone was happy to see him. I remember people stopping to stare when he would go for a ride with Dad on the snowmobile. He looked so cute in his Doggles when he stuck his head outside the car window. Even after his surgery, he still wanted to do everything he did before. He was a fighter to the very end.
We had boundless love for each other. I will never forget that the last thing he saw when he died was my face. He even licked my face and looked into my eyes with his beautiful bright black eyes. Please forgive me for letting you go.
My beloved Spaz was my little boy in a dog suit. My broken heart will never heal. He is on my mind constantly and I miss him so very much. My life is so empty without him. Knowing he is waiting for me and we will be together again is the only thing that I have to hold on to.
I love you, my Spaz.
