Tequilas.

Tomorrow is a said day for our family. Tomorrow we have to say goodbye one last time to our friend. Tequilas is going to be put to sleep tomorrow. He has cancer and/or some kind of infection. I would be lying if I said, that I saw him everyday and gave him lots of hugs and kisses. But I would also be lying if I said that I wouldn't notice if he was gone. Its going to be very strange to know that he'll no longer be there waiting and watching when we go visit my parents every Sunday. That he won't be there to walk with me to the end of the driveway when I have to get the paper, or just because I want to show Sophia a new view. That he won't be there to walk me to my car every time I leave because he knows I'm scared of, well, nothing and everything. I remember when he was younger; he used to lay outside my window at night and I was comforted knowing he was there; he would chase my car down the road just because he could. He was so protective, that he would get grumpy when we were splashing in the pool to much, but he was also a big baby seeing as how he wouldn't actually get in the pool with us. I won't really miss him chasing me around with dead animals, but I'd gladly let him chase me again if that meant he could stay. I'm sad that Sophia will never get to really meet him and know him the way he was when he was in his prime. He was a special dog. But I know that he is in pain now and that soon he'll be free of all that pain and I know he'll happily and eternally be laying under some pine trees in a cool patch of grass or in a big pile of newly bloomed tulips.

And no matter what he looks like now and how he acts now, I'll always remember him like this:

Happy, healthy and free.