This is Hobie, he was my favorite dog in the world. I’ve had him since I was 8, and he was probably the best dog ever. Stubborn as hell, but an amazing dog. Ever since I was little, if there was a thunderstorm, he would come into my room and jump on my bed and snuggle up next to me. He never bit anyone, or chewed on the furniture, or tore up one of my stuffed animals like every other pet I’ve ever had. He was my favorite dog, and I liked him more than most people.

I had to euthanize him yesterday, which was hard. It was honestly the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. He was 18, blind, deaf, and couldn’t really walk anymore. It probably should have been done a lot sooner, but it was hard to come to that decision. I sat there petting him while the Vet gave him the necessary shot, and I tried really hard not to cry, because my dad, step-mom, and the Vet were all there, and I don’t like crying in front of people and I already had once that day because of this. He just laid his head down on his paws slowly and the Vet checked for a heart beat and then told us that he was gone and she started crying with my step mom and my dad teared up a little bit, too. I just sat there and rubbed his ear in my hand because that was always my favorite part of him. They were really soft and velvety and when I was upset and he would lay in my lap or something I would always play with them to calm me down. So I was just staring at his ear and rubbing it because I didn’t know what else to do to keep myself from crying. Then it got cold and that freaked me out so I just kissed him on the top of his head and told him that I loved him and then pet him until a different Vet brought us a little coffin shaped box to put him in and my dad and step mom set him in there and put a blanket over him and I pet him one more time, then walked away because I was freaking out and we drove him home and buried him under the oak tree down by the lake behind our house. I’m going to miss him so much.

RIP Hobie. You were the best puppy dog under the sky.