It’s been one month since Wally died and I still think that I hear him around the house. My family adopted him from the SPCA when he was 6 months old. He didn’t have a great start on life, he was found behind the old Janeway with pantyhose tied around his neck securing him to a fence.
Wally was truly the worlds greatest dog. He understood things that no other could about me. He knew instantly if I was sad. He would sit by my side and lick my tears until he cheered me up with his big brown eyes. He was also the star of any party that I had, and when it was bedtime, he would be waiting for me on my bed.
It hurts like crazy to think of him not being here anymore. I still have dreams that he is not really gone. The only good thing is that I have my puppy that I adopted from Beagle Paws last year to remind me that Wally has taught her a lot of tricks. I couldn’t imagine life without Wally, he was my best-friend. I know he had a great life, and is having a blast in Heaven, hopefully with unlimited bones daily.