Rest in Peace, My Friend

What can I say about Bob? Above all, I loved him dearly. He was a misfit who sidled into my heart almost against my will. He was a foster dog who became permanent after he bit two prospective adoptive owners. Sure, he bit me too, and other people, and other dogs, but somehow I accepted it as a personality quirk, not a capital offense.

But today was different. He attacked the neighbor's dog, Miso, then bit my hand so bad it's not going to work right for a while. I can't run the risk of him hurting anyone else. He had to be dispatched to doggy heaven this morning.

Despite his flaws, Bobby was affectionate and even funny. He sometimes came up to me unexpectedly and nuzzled my hand or laid his head in my lap. And the little tapdance he did when he wanted to go for a walk always made me smile.

I hope he's happy wherever he is. I hope he's finally at peace. Rest well, my friend. I miss you, but I know we'll see each other again.