I was with him right until the end, and I'm glad I could be there for him. I didn't think I could get through it, but in the end my only concern was that he didn't suffer. I loved him so much. I don't think I have ever loved anyone in my life as much as I loved him.
He was badly behaved; an absolute terror, who never learned to walk on a lead and even three days before he went he was attempting to grab an entire loaf in its wrapper off the worktop, or munch on a complete pack of bourbon biscuits. I wouldn't have had him any other way. He was loyal, devoted, and he made me smile. He was everything to me.
Canine lymphoma is a nasty, vicious disease. My vet said it usually takes the good ones, but I'm still angry. He was too lovely to go so soon - he was only 5. I can't help but feel that God has made a terrible mistake.
The only explanation is that my baby was an angel, lent to me for a while, and that God wanted him back.
Sleep well, my darling. I love you.
Jacob Tobolowsky, 2006-2012
