I met the love of my life when i was 19.
I wasn’t even looking, but there he was. I was at a weird stage in my life, kinda in the middle, between the teens and my twenties. I had just moved. I was lonely. I was stuck in the middle of everything.
He was described as a brat, behavior problems, that just made me want him more. We always want the bad guys, don’t we?
It wasn’t love at first sight at all, actually, he refused to sit next to me on our first car ride together, and I thought he was a bit ugly to look at. But we had patience. I had more patience with him than I’ve had with anyone, and the brat with behavior problems turned in to a spoiled cuddly bear. A ‘well just because I am 40 kilo, doesnt mean I wont sit on your lap’ cuddly bear.
And we did it all, didn’t we? It was you and me. We moved a cross the country together, left family and friends behind. We fell so low, but then we got up again, together. I stumbled, I fell, I got up again, and you were there, always.
I met the love of my life when I was 19, and on Friday, exactly one week before my 30th birthday, on the floor in the vets office, his head in my lap, his paw in my hand, we said goodbye.
It’s like an era has ended, but I have no idea how to start a new era without him.
Sleep tight, Emil. You are terribly missed <3