So yesterday was probably the hardest day that I have ever had in my life. I came home to from work to find my best friend dead. He was 9 years old and has been with me since he was 8 weeks. I was torn on wether or not I should write a post, or anything, but for me writing about issues usually helps me process them.
I remember when I first started looking for a dog, I was in college and saw a flier on a community board for lab puppies. I called and asked if they had any males left and they did so I took my friend Mike and Kelli out to go see him. There was no way after seeing the little 8 week fulfill that I could say no. He has keep me on my toe and usually was always one step ahead of me when it came to the getting in the trash.
So I brought him home. I was going through a lot at that time and I really think that he kept me from going off the deep end. Personality wise we were almost identical. It was crazy. He has moved with me from Colorado to Illinois and lived in an RV with me for a year. Then moved back to Colorado and then San Francisco with me and Lindsay. Then From San Francisco to Kansas and his final resting place is Rhode Island.
He had two loves in life, Food and his Tennis Ball. He was so focused and intent on tennis balls that nothing could break his concentration. He could find them anywhere. We would be out in a field and some how he would find one. One time at my friends, the Waltz's house he found a tennis ball that they had no idea they had.
He has been the best friend a guy could ask for. I will miss him so much, but I am so thankfull for every moment that I was able to spend with him.
Byron I love you.