Dear Cajun,
I got to say goodbye to you today. I can say that I will always be thankful that I sat outside with you for a few minutes and cried and told you how much I loved you. You were there with me from that tiny little apartment in boulder creek to moving to Minnesota to the birth of my baby girl. You protected me and kept me from danger. You were my guardian. I remember the first time I left you at home alone. Tiff and I left for only about an hour and you had tore up aluminum blinds, tipped over an end table and chewed on it and pooed on the floor. We were totally taken back by how much destruction you were capable of. I knew at that moment that you would be a handful. You would be a work in progress that I wasn't going to give up on. That was why they hesitated when I said I wanted you. They didn't trust you. I gave you that trust and saw that you had been hurt before. You had been treated poorly by a lot of people. That never happened again. I know I gave you the best life I could. Dad and I struggle with our decision, but the vet said you were ready to go. Your body was giving up. You were so strong. Our family will be OK. I hope that dad told you it was OK for you to let go. You were so scared. I know that the longer we let you go, the more scared you would become with the world around you as it became less and less farmiliar. We love you so much. You find my uncle Rock and you bring him the biggest stick you can find and he'll play fetch with you and snuggle with you. I know you're not scared anymore. I will tell those jokers at the Jury Room to have a drink in your honor. I know how much you loved to sneak my whiskey when we left it sitting on the floor (like that one time we were watching the sharks game with tiff and chris and you were sneaking it!)
Goodbye my dear friend. I love you.
