My amazing Dookie
I first met Dookie in 2010; we took him home from the RSPCA when he was 5 months old after he experienced life as part of a litter that were used for baiting pit bulls. Prior to his life with us he'd never been in a space larger than a small dog carrier.
Despite his poor start, he flourished and revelled in being near any human. He was friendly to the point of overbearing, but I loved that about him. Whenever I cried he ran over to me and licked my face until I had no choice but to stop.
He had a few issues which I think are understandable considering his first few weeks in this world. He was neurotic and anxious but had the kindest, softest heart.
I can't believe he's gone, and my world is emptier without him in it. He sensed when I was sad and tried to cheer me up.
I miss him. I don't have any other words.
My heart is broken.
I love you.