Otto was the sweetest, kindest, oldest little soul that I have ever had the privilege and honor to know. He was my little man, my faithful companion, and my most loyal friend. He was always there when I needed him without question. He never judged me, and was always there by my side when I needed him the most. He was a constant comfort, an ear to listen, and the most beautiful big brown trusting eyes. |
I miss him so much already.
I miss his little face, his little tail wag, and the way he always knew when it was time to go outside. I miss the sound of his little paws following me everywhere I went. Wherever I was, he was always right there beside me. I just had to look down and see his beautiful brown eyes staring back up at me. He never left my side and always wanted to be right were I was.
I always wanted to be right where he was, too.
He loved everyone. He loved to be held and kissed and returned that love just the same.
Looking into his eyes, I could see how much he needed me, how much he loved me, and I needed and loved him even more.
Otto's heart was weak, but his spirit was strong. He fought for as long as he could, but even when the spirit is willing, the body is weak. I know he isn't in any more pain and he doesn't have to fight anymore.
He loved going for car rides and sitting outside to listen to and smell the rain. He enjoyed the simple things in life and never questioned it. He loved every day.
I miss him so much. There will never be another that could or would ever take his place. He is and will always be my little man.
I miss you, my little boyez. I will miss you every moment of my life for the rest of my days.
Until I see your sweet little face again. On the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.
I love you.
P.S. Your sister really misses you, too. She cries for you everyday. I hold her and tell her how much we both loved you as much as I can. I hope she knows you'll be there to greet her at the Rainbow Bridge someday.
Rest well, my little man.