Dear Mr. Brown
I secretly hoped you would live forever.
You are my hoofer, my snuggle buddy, my messieurs le pew, my handsome boy.
So many years with you.
You have been our boy since we rescued you at 18 months.
Now you are 14 and 1/2 years old.
In case you didn't get the memo that's pretty old for a boxer.
I thought I could write a glorious post about your life and how amazing you are but I can't.
I'm not ready yet.
I know you're ready.
I know Gabby Girl is waiting.
Thank you for being our dog.
Thank you for being mine.
I love you to the moon and back.