You were the dog that nobody wanted. You’d been waiting a year to find your forever home and it just never came. You were the old, fat, mean Greyhound and we were your only hope. You and Willow got off to a really rough start, and we weren’t sure it was going to work out. But we poured all of our love into you, and taught you that you didn’t have to be afraid. You didn’t have to be scared and lash out. This was your safe space, and you mattered. Ever so slowly, you began to believe it, too. You started asking for love, because we told you you deserved it, and you began to trust us and then, others. You asked for pets and belly rubs, and when we stopped, you would paw at us to say that you weren’t done yet. I miss your sleeping positions that brought endless laughter, and I hope someday to be able to laugh again at the photos we couldn’t resist capturing. I miss your inexhaustible supply of affection, tolerance, and love. You embodied kindness. You trusted us, and we worked so hard to earn it. I can’t help but feel we let you down in the end. Wolf, Willow, and I were so lucky to have you in our lives, and I am heartbroken that your story ended the way it did. I don’t know what else to say. I miss you, I love you, and I can only hope that someday our souls will meet again.